It go down, It go down
It go down, It go down, It go down
It go down, It go down
When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history
I bet I make history
When it all goes down, and the cops come round
That murder’s a mystery
That murder’s a mystery
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
It’s that gangsta shit, it sound stupid don’t it
Feel like Fifty, Flocka and Gucci on it
Move grams of this, move O’s of that
Move the muthaf-cking bricks, where the money at
Bitches scared huh, p-ssy, hold ya strength
When the beat pop off no controlling that
You wan’ call the cops
Run call the cops
Look n-gga we don’t care if they comin’ or not
Got the pump in the trunk, n-gga biting a lot
One buck shot clear the whole block
Had this bitch taped off make it so hot
N-gga with a 12 gauge I’m a sure shot
Call it shell shock when ya ass drop
Get it shakin’ like a muthaf-ckin’ rattle n-gga
Go ‘head f-ckin’ with me and be a casualty
You think a n-gga bullshittin, then come and see
When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history
I bet I make history
When it all goes down, and the cops come round
That murder’s a mystery
That murder’s a mystery
[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Now while you waitin’, all debatin’
Shouldn’t you n-ggas be retaliatin’
We laughin bout it, you cryin damn
Hit ya muthaf-ckin’ homie when his gun jam
His chest red, his back red
Man, that n-gga there damn near dead
He coughin’, he weezin’
Man that n-gga finna stop breathin’
His momma there, his daddy there
Hit him by the Escalade, get a caddy there
His shines on him, his dimes on him
Had hoes all in the club grindin’ on him
N-ggas talkin’ bout it, keep talkin’ bout it
Cause they know n-gga don’t give a f-ck
Quit talkin’ bout it, for you talkin’ bout it
When the muthaf-ckin pigs show up
When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history
I bet I make history
When it all goes down, and the cops come round
That murder’s a mystery
That murder’s a mystery
