Fabolous: This is the funeral service right? DJ Drama: I got my suit on Fabolous: That's what I thought. aye Drama, Wassup son? DJ Drama: Bodied 'em! Fabolous: What it look like nigga? It look like these niggas is dead to me! DJ Drama: It's finished Fabolous: Well Fuck that. when we see dead, we call dead where I'm from. These niggas in the club holding greygoose up like it's champagne? DEAD. These bitches with fake tits, fake ass, talking 'bout they real bitches? DEAD. These niggas wearing that guy off the block Gucci, these bitches rockin them lady who come in the salon Louis bags? DEAD
[Verse One: Fabolous] I got some bad bitches with me every time I come around Faces be so pretty & they asses be so round Not Riri or Jay but I'ma say we run this town Like a casket in the ground, baby it's going down Real niggas with me every time I come around If there's money, we gon' go for it like it's 4th down Patron & lemonade, I don't really do the brown And like a plane crash nigga, it's going down
[Verse 4: Paul Cain] Yes sir, there's still no competition The fam's hooked, no rehabs or intervention And rival rappers, we kill 'em dead, they end up missin' It's going down, like a building set for demolition And did I mention, every weekend in the club we spendin' niggas' pension We got these cowards under pressure, can you feel the tension? I'm the coach, these players think they ballin' till I bench 'em (bench 'em) And I'm flyer than you ever been, I'm flying where you never been Chain smokin' Purple Kush, I'm high offa that medicine I'm no rookie, but I am not a veteran Not to toot my own horn, but I know who I'm better than I've got a speech impediment, I-I k-keep stutterin' F-F-Fi-duh-duh-duh boys, y'all know who I'm running with Keep that w-work comin' in, money keep d-doublin' Yeah this town? we runnin' it. if you like it, I love it then
[Verse 5: Red Cafe] Yeah I got a problematic flow, get acrobatic dough That mean it flip every month, yeah, mathematical If a sucker toy with mine, i'ma get radical Cut 'em with the Gemstar, hit 'em with the Calico (What else) Dump on his momma house, you see me with llamas out Layin' out my thug shit, narcotic drug shit If nobody move, then nobody gettin' bodied We in the penthouse, over lookin' everybody I'm a over achiever, shine over shade I keep my hoes over fucked & underpaid Still rock a Rolex, in Miami it roll ex Move through the club, the family skip the coat check Leave blood on the floor, like it skipped the co-tecs We thugs baby, get green gold jets Third Row flow, I'm a shocker major See I always keep it raw, no stockin' on my gig what else?
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“It’s Going Down” is the 7th track off Fabolous mixtape “There Is No Competition 2: Funeral Service”. It features Fabolous’s Street Family label mates Freck Billionaire, Paul Cain, and Red Cafe. The song is a remix of Birdman’s “4 My Town” which featured Lil Wayne and Drake.
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