It's On Down Here Lyrics - We Ready, I Declare War - Pastor Troy

It was this nigga with this black cutlass 

Named chris 

He had shot at cott but he missed 

First error 

Now he riding in terror 

Over shoulder ever looking 

I told him when he came he should 

Have stayed in brooklyn 

Reason being 

They knew that he was kin to pat reed 

Pat had lied they believe 

So they looking for them keys 

Now can you see where bragging get ya? 

Them niggas ain't shooting for fun 

They trying to hit ya and 

And dead for real 

Now I'm riding with phil 

Too drunk to be behind the wheel 

But packing my steel 

Just in case they need the thrill 

Went up to the hill 

It's freaknik every weekend 

The sirs in the car, 

We need some fucking hoes to get in 

And that's when 

(boom, boom, boom, boom) 

Ooh wee 

The mutherfucking sounds was enough to kill me 

All I see is niggas running, jumping off in the chevy's 

Put my finger on my trigger so my nigga I'm ready 

Is that teddy? 

Slouched over in that nova my nigga 

Indeed, yes it was 

Guess what, that's chris 'cause 

Yall know what 

Man this shit just ain't gone disappear 

So you better get ya shit 

'cause it's on down here! 

Chorus:it's on down here! 

Troy: yeah, fuck all y'all up north mutherfuckers, all of them 

Fuck wu-tang, fuck puffy, fuck the law 

Whoever the hell, fuck em all 

I knew that cott was coming back 'cause cott been a fool 

That nigga had a m-16 up at the school 

That nigga one of two 

Mutherfuckers that I know 

That's gone start some fucking shit 

Anywhere he fucking go 

Who the other? 

Cott's brother kareem 

He 15 

Got the milli 14 with the infa red beam 

And the candy green lac 

With some duals on the back 

Put some shoes on that bitch 

And they stole all that 

Matter fact, him and mac 

Every basketball game 

Other niggas came to hang 

But they came to bring the pain 

It's the same out come 

Out come of the ground 

We give a damn where you from 

Mutherfucker lay it down