and only the 3-6 can match it, so uhhh tell me where its at...
(X2)
Now where itz goin down? Now where itz at homeboy?
Whut, whut, whut?
I ain't the type to ask questions, I'm the type of muthafucka trip,
on anyone for anything or just for the fuck of it,
we be the underground we stay beneath, and suffacate hoes like you when ya'll asleep,
now where its goin down? right here right now, and everybody on the north, east, west, and south
Ya'll better get up, ya'll better represent this shit, Twiztid, Triple 6, and Blaze you can't fuck with it,
You know I ride with the tokah, quick make the pappahs,
lift this 10 rollin dirty police in the road block,
niggas have to swallow drugs, niggas have to fake they mugs,
niggas put they cideron, claimin they fuckin cella phone,
all the time we mighta got it, say they search us on hella party,
if you wanna crawl through this, we seperate your soul and body,
wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga, we ain't gon' hope you figa,
where they gonna catch your hidden stash, or I'ma have to pull this trigga,
(chorus)
now where its goin down, now where its at homeboy,
Thugs and killas axes and drug dealers.
now where its goin down, no where its at homeboy,
represent it to the day that I die for like boy.
now where its at? muthafuckas claimin to be thugs,
can't see me on shit, whatcha happen with banana clips,
right in the dirty with the bury in a throw away hatchback,
bitch where your back sack, but any minutes I'm tryin to elavate,
never underestimate the carjack, I put jail on the map,
Twiztid, Triple 6, Blaze now go ask them where its at.
I took a zane, I like to split bitches wigs, splittin to the right fuckin keepin up his kids,
take that nigga wifes sight, black you in the trunk, this so fuckin rough nigga, Gangsta Boo is crunk,
what you niggas know about them calicos and blot, shit the go pop nigga burnin up your plot,
fuck them fuckin cops callin, i don't give a fuck, drag you in mud muthafucka nigga whut?
(Chorus)
play me ghetto on a nigga comin straight, we're back we're back hey,
fuckin up that thir word, can't get can't get sprayed,
niggas eyes wide shut they never see me comin into the back,
but aces is just when I'm gunnin, juggy jiggy jack jack, will be rollin mad car,
haters got me on scoop but they can't get me that far,
you gotta try and gotta run or you gotta try to head with starts,
fuckin nigga will be most fuckin niggas be my heart hoes.
what you lookin at, I can call it from here, been underground with the dirt in my eyes for many years,
do the math mother fuckers you cant see the mix, we don't die we multiply with the Triple 6,
mersalist territory worldwide, ridin down your bitch ass blocks with drive bys,
blowin up your haugh now, and leavin you trapped in the rumble, fuckin with us is just trouble,
(Chorus)
gotta get it quiero, drop the flower peirro pot, on the plat primero
redrum I'm head up with the meiro fuckin with the devil,
quote but they call me lord, copped out very paranoid,
all the g's in the mode Triple 6 is the vocal cord, marijuana scores like a choice runnin intercourse,
you gotta feel the force of the Triple 6 is always on,
you don't wanna play in here if I was I'm dumpin shells tie you to the rail bitch I;ll make yo a funky smell
formation a point of view
I'm asking you how does it feel, to have to will, rather than steal,
and shoot until you kill, Anybody Killa spinnin Twiztid with the 3-6,
where itz goin down? I guess right here so where itz at?
runnin wit the hastchet, phantom swollen in the back,
we put it down for the psycho mother fuckers I go around,
bumpin underground everytime we slip into your town,
(Chorus X2)