When the S%!t Goes Down

Livin' on fat pockets, on flat with the gat

Rollin' around a nine deuce Cadillac

Still got my homies to watch my back

And they'll smoke ya ass if you wanna come and chat

That's why some pigs and the kids come sweatin', they follow

A hollow point shell's hard to swallow

Why wallow when you come to roll on? I put the clip

And before I bring ya ass on (whatcha gon' do?)

Kickin' dust on your head like I bust

My grip surrounded, I'm about to get rushed, I'm brushed with death

How many shells stuffed in my closet with my big Cognacs? Cut

When the shit goes down ya better be ready (when the shit goes)

When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (when the shit goes down)

When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (when the shit goes down)

When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (ya better be ready)

I told the boys, "Get that sawed off glock"

And the rest of the gats

As I strapped on the bullet-proof vest

Boom, I think I got one to the chest

Hot damn, I didn't wanna kill a man, shit

I still stand tall with that Hill Clan

Y'all better stand back, niggas' 'bout to fall

I'm comin' out blastin' like Yosemite Sam

Get the cheese and the bread for the ham'

When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (when the shit goes down)

When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (when the shit goes down)

When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (when the shit goes down)

When the shit goes down, ya better be ready (ya better be ready)