[Intro: Mr. Taylor, Keak Da Sneak]

It goes down

That Mr. Sickkaluffa shit

It goes down

Breakin' the scale, makin'-

That Mr. Sickkaluffa shit, that Mr. Sickkaluffa shit

That Mr. Sickkaluffa shit

It goes down

[Verse 1: Keak Da Sneak]

Ridin on niggas for the fuck of it, punk shit

And when we get on ya, ain't nothin' breaking, talk ya shit

We love the shit, it's what you pressing and of course

It's will a nigga survive through succession and it's confession

You gon be dealt with, fire, melt shit

[?] no doubt you felt it

I'm about that wealth shit, scrilla, scratch, paper

Bitches throw me the pussy, never get raped in that polo drape

Smokin dubbs, lookin lovely

Keepin' my distance from these suckas cause [?] can't these niggas hug me

For the first nigga that mug me gon get his ass lost, stuck, so stuck, ugly

Playing rugby, it's a mess when it's bloody

Empty the clip, so stripping

Get to dippin and leave the scene floodin

[?] you can head out the block

Round the corner, call the coroner, I'm gettin my boots muddy

My [?] for my buddy, we be at the nutty

Get away steady, left in a cutty

Nigga what, Walnutty

Don't trip wit you muthafuckas cause you ask for it

[Chorus: Keak Da Sneak]

Get yours, go ten and I'ma split yours

Breakin' the scale, makin' a million off the brick doors

Kick doors, just come in, leave it, no more scriptures

Put snaps like a picture, unlimited like a 24

Tellin' me get yours, go ten and I'ma split yours

Breakin' the scale, makin' a million off the brick doors

Kick doors, come in, leave it, no more scriptures

Put snaps like a picture, unlimited like a 24

[Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak]

[?] cream, weigh em wit beam, wit a team that'll dismantle

And go straight [?] in vain

No longer teens, yo nigga full grown

I could pull off a bone, I leave you chokin

No doggin or loccin [?] turfs I clear Oakland

I represent the 100s, they took me unda when I was broke-in

I wasn't sellin dope, I was [?] tryna leave open

East Oakland drive installing [?] yokin

Ever bitch of mine I was pokin

And provokin, go straight shady if it wasn't paint [?]

But now I'm back hot and I just keep making the bomb now

You thought I was a threat til you hear the blast

Now I'm comin' for all you lil fuckas, stolen style

[?] satisfaction was never needed

I always had to watch cause [?]

Thinkin bigga betta thangs goin' [?] shadiest game

Goin' skanless, never played piano [?]

Niggas spendin G's, ballin on [?]

No collage degrees had a influence on me

Let a young nigga [?]

[Chorus: Keak Da Sneak]

Tellin' me get yours, go ten and I'ma split yours

Breakin' the scale, makin' a million off the brick doors

Kick doors, come in, leave it, no more scriptures

Put snaps like a picture, unlimited like a 24

Get yours, go ten and I'ma split yours

Breakin' the scale, makin' a million off the brick doors

Kick doors, come in, leave it, no more scriptures

Put snaps like a picture, unlimited like a 24

[Verse 3: King Saan]

When I get to hyphing out niggas be strikin' out

Smackin' you muthafuckas in the mouth

Acting bad, mush up for cash, mashin the gas

Niggas won't last wit me on the streets sweepin

And givin a fuck if they ain't peepin

Still creepin wit Keak Sneak

And serving these fools heat, man, leavin em leakin

747 on the weekened

Then I'm back in the Town, pounding niggas in the ground

Wit anotha sound, bitch ass niggas rollin' around

Runnin' they mouths jibba jabbin

Mad cause they ain't havin' no cash in

Still car jackin and backstabbin in the worst way

The worst fate is the gage, don't play

Don't be fakin, don't hate (Biatch)

[Outro: Mr. Taylor]

Yeah, tell that nigga, mayne

It goes down when you represent the Town

Uh, it goes down when you represent the Town, nigga

King Saan, Sickkaluffa Keak Da Sneak, Mr. Taylor

Bringin heat and the real niggas is gon peep

It goes down all day in the Town

It goes down