[Verse 1]

Livin' on fat pockets on full with the gat

Rolling around the nine deuce Cadillac

Still got my homies to watch my back

And they'll smoke your ass if you wanna come and chat

That's why some pigs and the kids come sweatin', they follow

A hollow point shell's hard to swallow (Hey)

Why wallow when you come to roll on?

I put the clip in the .45, bring your ass on

Left kicking dust as you hear the gat bust

My crib's surrounded, I'm about to get rushed

I brushed with death

How many shells stuffed in my closet

Where my big chrome things kept

[Chorus]

When the shit goes down you better be ready

(When the shit goes down)

When the shit goes down you better be ready

(When the shit goes down)

When the shit goes down you better be ready

(When the shit goes down)

When the shit goes down you better be ready

(You better be ready)

[Verse 2]

I told the boys get the sawed off Glock and the rest of the gats

As I strapped on the bullet-proof vest

Boom, I think I caught one to the chest

Hot damn, I didn't wanna kill a man

Shit, I still stand tall with the hill clan, y'all better stand back

Niggas 'bout to fall

I'm coming out blasting like Yosemite Sam

Got the cheese and the bread for the ham

[Chorus]

When the shit goes down you better be ready

(When the shit goes down)

When the shit goes down you better be ready

(When the shit goes down)

When the shit goes down you better be ready

(When the shit goes down)

When the shit goes down you better be ready

(You better be ready)