When It All Goes Down (Freestyle)

It go down, It go down, It go down
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 muthafucking bricks, where the money at
Bitches scared huh, pussy, hold ya strength
When the beat pop off no controlling that
You wan' call the cops
Run call the cops
Look nigga we don't care if they coming or not
Got the pump in the trunk, nigga biting a lot
One buck shot clear the whole block
Had this bitch taped off make it so hot
Nigga with a 12 gauge I'm a sure shot
Call it shell shock when ya ass drop
Get it shaking like a muthafucking rattle nigga
Go 'head fucking with me and be a casualty
You think a nigga 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 waiting, all debating
Shouldn't you niggas be retaliating
We laughin bout it, you cryin damn
Hit ya muthafucking homie when his gun jam
His chest red, his back red
Man, that nigga there damn near dead
He coughing, he weezing
Man that nigga finna stop breathing
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 grinding on him
Niggas talking bout it, keep talking bout it
Cause they know nigga don't give a fuck
Quit talking bout it, for you talking bout it
When the muthafuckin 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