This is a freestyle titled 'When It All Goes Down' by rapper, 50 Cent. Hope his next album is on the same level as this. Speaking to MTV regarding his highly anticipated album, 50 Cent explained "It should be out this summer, I'm working on that. It's exciting; we'll see how everyone responds to that".
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Song : When It All Goes Down
Artist : Chipmunk
Album : N/A
Chipmunk When It All Goes Down Lyrics :
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 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
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