Текст песни JT the Bigga Figga - It`s Going Down
JT the Bigga Figga - It`s Going Down слова песни
Well, what do ya know, I`m ready to flow to tell a storie, the caperAbout the time I tried to get tha paper, ya feel me1989 in the cut, on the grindCause I`m fresh outta school wit my nickel-plated 9I hit a cut or two, from the T the A the S the K, ya seeMe up they beat up, players on the street upCreepin` in jack mode, smooth we hit the back row4-deep in a astro van ready to tax thoseUnexpected players on the boulevard14 years old, rocks in a stolen carAnd I thought I had it going onBut my momma always told me it wouldn`t last to longA hard head make a soft assWit a pocket full of rocks and a sock full of dirty cashIt`s like I trip down a one-way streetWit nowhere to turn and hard knocks to meetA young G about the situationTake the good wit the bad as I turn another page andSet it up going pound for poundCause I knew one day, man, that the game was going downChorus:You know it`s going down, manCause I knew one day that the players will get paidOne my way to the T.O.P.Wit the rest of the players from the GLPIt`s going downCan`t cope wit the streetlifeTwo years done passed and two homies done lost they lifeAnd now I grew a few inches tallerNo more dreams of being a big time ballerNo more cracks sacks, coke and knife strapsThinking about the Get Low, man and the G stacksKicking facts when I`m in your townCause I`m lettin` it be known man, that the game is going downChorusRepresenting to the fullest I can pull this shit completelyYou can`t meet me toe-to-toe, at these hits I got the gift, G...Foul from the start, so I`m sick wit my stidnyleTake it from me, I`m just a G about my paperTurnin` show out, I rose out I got much cloutSo bust a shot when I flow, coming through the doorI let ya know I`m just a player representing Get LowI thought you knew me, you cannot do me, you ain`t no player, punkTrippin` up off that shit, man, that bombed out Cali stompFunk wit the cleverness I can settle thisIt be a destiny it has to be smooth like a masterpieceYa hit tha track quickly to get ya money onSo I hit the Labb, to make this shit goneSettin` it up, player, when I`m in your townCause I`m lettin` it be known, man, that the game is going down