Slow Down Lyrics - The Darkside - Fat Joe

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha 

It took A Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now 

Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now 

Big money talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao 

Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now 

Now what you boys got a death wish 

I beat a mothafucka, uglier than Precious 

Real nigga, you can find me where the ex is 

Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous 

Recession got the hood pushin' more than time clocks 

So I dropped a hundred in the streets, I don't buy stocks 

Tell the little mothafucka get his shine box 

Good fellas, hood fellas living on my block 

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If nigga got a problem, I solve 'em 

A couple keys yes, nigga we'll rob 'em 

Got the 9 milli in my pants, case you niggas wanna dance 

Leave a mothafucka shakin' like Harlem 

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things 

And we gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene 

In black from head to toe, we murder clean 

Do you know the name of the clique that murder teams? 

What's up? 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em 

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Always on that flow shit, Jeezy Montana 

Cocaine capital, that would be Atlanta 

One, triple-O, where I'm from that's the whole goal 

Nigga catch ya slippin' where I'm from, that's a stolen 

Next up a homicide, ain't nobody seen shit 

Wake up to a homicide, ain't nobody dreams to 

Welcome to the home of the home invasion 

DEA like to raid, you might get your home raided 

Went up in it like a halfback from the Raiders 

Bring a Half Mac, anything for that paper 

Two-door phantom, Avatar blue though 

Parked outta space shit, we call that bitch Pluto 

Grown living legend, in the hood I'm a hero 

On that minute fourteen like a guitar hero 

Came a long way from that toilet bowl white though 

But I'mma be alright though 

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things 

We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene 

In black from head to toe, we murder clean 

Do you know the name of the clique that murder teams? 

What's up? 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em 

Always on my hard shit, Joey Viagra 

Pull up, make 'em car sick, abracadabra 

Presto magic, Bugatti's on the scene 

Party's all around me like it's Gotti on the scene 

Your money NBA, NFL all legal 

My niggas on the block going hard pumpin' diesel 

However do you want it, Joe stay blunted 

I gets off but the ho's stay on it 

This is my castle, but it ain't white though 

Ice so bright, shit shine like a light show 

This my life, yo, go get yours bitch 

Ball 'til we fall 'til the judge hit the pulpit 

Cocaine cowboys, that's my thing 

Do it for my niggas locked down in the bing 

In the state, in the Fed pen my name rings 

I don't need your respect, the streets crowned me king 

I said we came in this bitch tonight to murder things 

We gonna leave this bitch tonight a murder scene 

In black from head to toe, we murder clean 

Do you know the name of the clique that murder teams? 

What's up? 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em 

(Ha ha) 

Slow down, son, you killin' 'em