Where Itz Goin Down Lyrics - Anybody Killa

[Monoxide Child] 

Psychopathic 

Twiztid and Blaze running with a motherfucking hatchet 

And only the Three-6 could match it 

So uh, tell me where it's at 

[Jamie Madrox] 

Now where it's going down? 

Now where it's at home boy? 

(What? What, what?!?) 

Now where it's going down? 

Now where it's at home boy? 

(What? What, what?!?) 

[Jamie Madrox] 

I ain't the type to ask questions 

I'm the type of motherfucker ready to trip 

On anyone or anything all for the fuck of it 

We be the underground, we stay beneath 

And suffocate hoes like you while y'all asleep 

Now where it's going down, right here, right now 

And everybody on the North, East, West and South 

Y'all better get it up, y'all better represent this shit 

Twiztid, Triple-6 and Blaze, you can't fuck with it 

[Juicy J] 

You know I ride with the ? cocked 

Quick to make your brain pop 

Memphis, Tenny, rollin' dirty 

Police and a road block 

Niggas have to swallow drugs 

Niggas have to fake they mug 

Niggas put they seat belt on 

Cut on the fucking cellular-phone 

On the top, we mob like Gotti 

Sippin' on subjects, havin' a party 

If you wanna cross the Three-6 

Seperate your soul from body 

Wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga 

We ain't gonna hope you figure 

Where the cats done hid the stash 

Or I'll have to pull this trigga 

[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child) 

[Now where it's going down?] 

[Now where it's at home boy?] 

(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers) 

[Now where it's going down?] 

[Now where it's at home boy?] 

(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy) 

[Blaze] 

Now where it's at? (drive-by!) 

Motherfuckers claiming to be thugs 

Can't see me on shit 

Wit' chop and bananna clips 

I been dead, been back (it's like that) 

Ridin' dirty wit' a birdie 

And a throw-away in the hatchback (whooo!) 

Bitch, where ya black-sack? 

By any means trying to elevate 

Never underestimate the contact (don't do it!) 

I put down on the map 

Twiztid, Triple 6, and Blaze 

Go and ask them where it's at 

[Gangsta Boo] 

I took a xanax 

Yo, I like to split bitches' wigs 

Split them to the white, fuckin' kidnap ya kids 

Take that niggas wife, psych, lock you in the trunk 

Get so fuckin' pumped, nigga, Gangsta Boo is crunk 

What you niggas know about them Calicoes and Glocks? 

Shit that go pop, nigga, burnin' up ya block 

Fuck the fuckin' cops, call 'em, I don't give a fuck 

Drag you in the mud, motherfucker, nigga what? 

[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child) 

[Now where it's going down?] 

[Now where it's at home boy?] 

(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers) 

[Now where it's going down?] 

[Now where it's at home boy?] 

(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy) 

[DJ Paul] 

Let me get a nigga comin' straight wit' black-b-black haze 

Fuck it, I be ???, get-ge-get sprayed 

Niggas' eyes wide shut, they never see me comin' 

Into the back, gun bangs to the chest, when I'm gunnin' 

Jiggy-jack, ??? in my car 

Haters keep on acting stupid but they can't get that far 

Gotta drive around the world if you trying to hang wit' stars 

Fuckin' niggas be my smoke, fuckin' niggas be my heart 

[Monoxide Child] 

Watch you lookin' at? 

I can call it from here 

Been underground wit' the dirt in my eyes for many years 

Do the math motherfucker 

You can't see the mix 

We don't die, we multiply wit' the Triple-6 

Merciless, territory worldwide 

Ridin' down your bitch-ass block, bumpin' Drive-By 

Blowin' up your High Rise 

We leave you trapped in the rubble 

Fuckin' wit' us is just trouble 

[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child) 

[Now where it's going down?] 

[Now where it's at home boy?] 

(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers) 

[Now where it's going down?] 

[Now where it's at home boy?] 

(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy) 

[Lord Infamous] 

Gotta get it ghetto, drop the flower petal 

Pop the pistol metal, Rip one wit' me 

Drop 'em in the meadow, fuckin' wit' the devil 

Cold, but they call me Lord 

Coked out, very paranoid 

Orgys in the morn 

When Three-6 is on the vocal chord 

Marijuana scorched, like a torch 

Full of intercourse 

You will feel the force 

When the Triple-6 is on the swarm 

You don't wanna play in here 

Infamous, I'm droppin' shells 

Tie you to the rail 

Bitch, I'll help you make that fuckin' smell 

[Anybody Killa] 

From a gangstas point of veiw 

I'm asking you, how does it feel? 

To have the will to grab the steal 

And shoot until you kill 

Anybody Killa's feelin' twisted wit' the Three-6 

Drive-By, finger on the trigger, I'm addicted 

Where's it goin' down? 

I guess right here, so where ya at? 

Runnin' wit' a hatchet, Phantoms floatin' in the back 

We put it down for the psycho motherfuckers all around 

Bumpin' underground, everytime we seem to be in town 

[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child) 

[Now where it's going down?] 

[Now where it's at home boy?] 

(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers) 

[Now where it's going down?] 

[Now where it's at home boy?] 

(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy) 

[Now where it's going down?] 

[Now where it's at home boy?] 

(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers) 

[Now where it's going down?] 

[Now where it's at home boy?] 

(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)