It's Going Down

Now it's reserved for niggas with big dicks, so flip*
 As I kicks from coast to coast when the wind blows
 I'll be servin these niggas like this is it
 As I flips that raw shit on the tenth I be gettin blitzed
 I be the master of you all, I'll
 Be the six million dollar man but you'll never see me fall guy
 Now let's assume that it's late one night
 A trunk full of Tecs, comin on yo set, it's that nigga (Mike)
 As I expose of my ex-hoes
 Cause flows of others be comin and jockin a brother
 Now let's protest cause you niggas tryina hate this
 But you ziggas is some b-i-t-c-h-es
 The time has come for evaluation, ejaculation
 Me and Jada Pinkett durin masturbation
 How do rumors get started?
 By these busta-ass niggas tryina be like Humphrey so they Bogartin
 Tryina be up in my busi-ness, isn't this mystical
 That a brother could be so damn pitiful?
 Best to stay in line
 Cause you'll get broke off and forgot about tryina fuck with mine
 It's goin down
 It's goin down, down, down
 It goes once-twice-three times should make 'em swing
 The swiftest man alive is back on the scene
 Mean-muggin comin out a speaker near you
 It's that two man crew, Mr. Mike and uh...
 Who that nigga there? Thorough, that's his name
 Same game, different swang but maintain
 Main thang I'm a hustler, never lazy
 With so much flavor that you fools can taste me
 Take the joint and then give me the blunt
 Cause what I got is what you want, so don't front
 Not a stunt, do a movie and fuck a actor
 A hungry rapper just doin what he has to
 Make, strip you ass-naked off your manhood
 Cause I know that your ego can't stand good
 So I test your limits, take you to the boundary
 There's so many weak niggas around me
 Found a remedy to rid me of you rudy-poohs
 Said fuck y'all and keep on stackin loot
 Break a bitch cause MJ said so
 And yeah, it's goin down on your traitin-ass hoes
 So now it's goin down and like crown I be royal
 Slick as baby oil, heat it up, watch it boil
 From the soil of the ghetto to the planes in the sky
 Tell me why, why would the next man lie?
 About who he know, where he been, what he did
 Do the math like (?), take yo ass to the crib
 Cause you phoney and you fake, makin my clique look bad
 Now you lookin sad, your brother say he mad
 But you see, I just laugh, I knew you was a front
 I show no love, not cause I had none from the jump
 Pump our tape in yo jeep, watch yo gal wanna freak
 Get lyrically molested by the way that I speak
 It's the elite crystal clear to the ear, I'm out of sight
 Airtight after night when I start to take flight
 So right about now on the 1 and 2
 Mr. Mike, show 'em how we do
 I stacks my croker sacks, then I sit back with the Mac
 Black Cesar, let me please ya with my contact
 So now I'm high with the Superfly
 Takes a bath after watchin Shaft as my silk draws hang dry
 Let's throw the dice, me and Dolemite, hold on tight
 None of you niggas wants to fuck with Mr. Mike
 I packs a Glock up that block if I have to
 Blast non-stop if I have to
 Dash through yo set, but never let 'em see me sweat
 Let's bet that Left-Eye wouldn'ta never burned up my shit
 But still I'm Rison like Andre, and all day
 I smokes that ganjay from H-Town to Zimbabwe
 Youknowhatmsayin?
 It's goin down like that for the nine-fizzive
 South Circle up in here