Artist: Daz Dillinger & WC Album: West Coast Gangsta Shit Song: When the Shit Goes Down Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) I was born and raised, you know what I'm talking bout I'm one of them niggaz that's from, you feel me There's a difference from being from, and motherfucking claiming Say I wanna claim this hood, or you know I'm saying I live way on this side of town, I rep this side of town So I'ma claim this set, nigga I was born and raised in this set Over here you feel me, said we was the niggaz that was down With these niggaz I was riding bikes, big wheel Know I'm tal'n bout, green machines and shit [Daz] I was born and raised to the game, banging fired me Having heart and having stripes, the only requirements Nigga represent yo set, nigga come and test a nigga One on one fading, chunking rocks or pulling triggers I don't false represent, nigga this is where I'm from Dogg Pound Gangsta, nigga where the metal's blown Catch a nigga slipping, yeah you outta bounds with it Pistol whipping niggaz, you saying that you down with From deuce-deuces to glock 40's, when I pull it on ya In the heartbeat in a dog's street, that's when ya lonely Ashes to ashes bullets for bullets, in gang war Once you in it you in it for life, so therefor It's not a game, you can only live life by the edge Two shots, now the big homie's dead Don't mean that I'ma stop banging, I'ma even go harder Flashback to catching Chucks and rags, and placks smarter [Chorus] When the shit goes down, the gun goes pow Exactly that's the way, that you niggaz wanted When the shit goes down, the streets talk loud Exactly that's the way, that you niggaz wanted When the shit goes down, the streets talk loud Exactly that's the way, that you niggaz wanted When the shit goes down, my gun goes pow Exactly that's the way, that you niggaz wanted [WC] Transformers, gangstas in disguise We got the dirt and you word, and you ready to get to serving you Where you from, nigga the nerve of you we never heard of you In fact you's a stranger, looking like you's a wanksta Please, nigga you's a tattoo gangsta A word to all rappers, I done raised y'all like abracadabra A fan, that don't make you a factor Dub-C'll smack ya, and dismiss ya Have ya laying in the yellow tape, looking like you playing twister Cause streets don't lie, when I was jacking for cash Y'all was trying to join the Army, with those slacks up yo ass Walking around school, in ROTC Now y'all suppose to be the shit on TV You lying, no Goliath Like LeBron gon' see more championships than Kobe, I don't buy it I should 4-5 it, you niggaz play violent But when I come around, you bitch niggaz stay silent On stage, with a gun and act But when I catch you out them studios, you niggaz be shaking me like a running back Where your thumper at, I don't see none of that I should put them hollow tips, where your stomach at And get to busting at, have you running in a pack While I'm jumping in a Cadillac, headed to front and back nigga [Chorus] [WC] Tipping tipping, it's the swerver Return of the three wood turner, dipping dipping with the burner Dub and Daz mergers, equal a murder Out the window with the desert eagle, back to serve ya I feed ya like Gerber, put you over my lap and burp ya I berk ya, little motherfuckers I hurt ya Dub-C'll work ya merk ya, what you never heard of the Fuck that dance, time to kick some curb up [Daz] Strike em out, X em out anybody killer No peace treaty, the same gangs killing niggaz We don't doubt em multiply em, motto what hood made us This the life that I lead, attracted to it's paper America most wanted, me and Dub on the list West Coast gangsta shit, this what you wanted bitch Busting with them choppers, killing soldiers and bosses Me and my niggaz play to win, we ain't taking losses [Chorus] (*talking*) I'm pulling niggaz cards on this one If we don't know you nigga You ain't never went to school in the hood When you start banging nigga Round time of the peace treaty, fuck y'all niggaz Bitch ass nigga, let's roll Daz Tired of fucking with these mark ass niggaz