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JT The Bigga Figga - It's Going Down lyrics
Well what do ya know I'm ready to flow to tell a storie the caper 
 About the time I tried to get tha paper ya feel me 
 1989 in the cut on the grind 
 Cause I'm fresh outta school wit my nickel plated 9 
 I hit a cut or two from the T the A the S the K ya see 
 Me up they beat up players on the street up 
 Creepin' in jack mode smooth we hit the back row 
 4 deep in a astro van ready to tax those 
 Unexpected players on the boulevard 
 14 years old, rocks in a stolen car 
 And I thought I had it going on 
 But my momma always told me it wouldn't last to long 
 A hard head make a soft ass 
 Wit a pocket full of rocks and a sock full of dirty cash 
 It's like I trip down a one-way street 
 Wit nowhere to turn and hard knocks to meet 
 A young G about the situation 
 Take the good wit the bad as I turn another page and 
 Set it up going pound for pound 
 Cause I knew one day, man, that the game was going down 
 Chorus: 
 You know it's going down, man 
 Cause I knew one day that the players will get paid 
 One my way to the T.O.P. 
 Wit the rest of the players from the GLP 
 It's going down 
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 Can't cope wit the streetlife 
 Two years done passed and two homies done lost they life 
 And now I grew a few inches taller 
 No more dreams of being a big time baller 
 No more cracks sacks, coke and knife straps 
 Thinking about the Get Low, man and the G stacks 
 Kicking facts when I'm in your town 
 Cause I'm lettin' it be known man, that the game is going down 
Chorus
 Representing to the fullest I can pull this shit completely 
 You can't meet me toe-to-toe, at these hits I got the gift, G 
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 Foul from the start, so I'm sick wit my stidnyle 
 Take it from me, I'm just a G about my paper 
 Turnin' show out, I rose out I got much clout 
 So bust a shot when I flow, coming through the door 
 I let ya know I'm just a player representing Get Low 
 I thought you knew me, you cannot do me, you ain't no player, punk 
 Trippin' up off that shit, man, that bombed out Cali stomp 
 Funk wit the cleverness I can settle this 
 It be a destiny it has to be smooth like a masterpiece 
 Ya hit tha track quickly to get ya money on 
 So I hit the Labb, to make this shit gone 
 Settin' it up, player, when I'm in your town 
 Cause I'm lettin' it be known, man, that the game is going down













