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Introducing a hot new song titled "When It All Goes Down" a freestyle by American rapper and actor, 50 Cent. It is unknown whether the song is an unrelease track or will feature on a new album or a re-release of some form. 50 Cent has previously released 'Old 2003 Ferrari' days earlier and 'Happy New Year' freestyle three weeks into 2011.
Listen below to When It All Goes Down by 50 Cent and sing along with the 50 Cent - When It All Goes Down lyric. Let us know what you think!
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It go down, It go down, It go down
It go down, It go down
It go down, It go down, It go down
It go down, It go down
When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history
I bet I make history
When it all goes down, and the cops come round
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That murder’s a mystery
That murder’s a mystery
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
It’s that gangsta shit, it sound stupid don’t it
Feel like Fifty, Flocka and Gucci on it
Move grams of this, move O’s of that
Move the muthaf-cking bricks, where the money at
Bitches scared huh, p-ssy, hold ya strength
When the beat pop off no controlling that
You wan’ call the cops
Run call the cops
Look n-gga we don’t care if they comin’ or not
Got the pump in the trunk, n-gga biting a lot
One buck shot clear the whole block
Had this bitch taped off make it so hot
N-gga with a 12 gauge I’m a sure shot
Call it shell shock when ya ass drop
Get it shakin’ like a muthaf-ckin’ rattle n-gga
Go ‘head f-ckin’ with me and be a casualty
You think a n-gga bullshittin, then come and see
When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history
I bet I make history
When it all goes down, and the cops come round
That murder’s a mystery
That murder’s a mystery
[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Now while you waitin’, all debatin’
Shouldn’t you n-ggas be retaliatin’
We laughin bout it, you cryin damn
Hit ya muthaf-ckin’ homie when his gun jam
His chest red, his back red
Man, that n-gga there damn near dead
He coughin’, he weezin’
Man that n-gga finna stop breathin’
His momma there, his daddy there
Hit him by the Escalade, get a caddy there
His shines on him, his dimes on him
Had hoes all in the club grindin’ on him
N-ggas talkin’ bout it, keep talkin’ bout it
Cause they know n-gga don’t give a f-ck
Quit talkin’ bout it, for you talkin’ bout it
When the muthaf-ckin pigs show up
When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history
I bet I make history
When it all goes down, and the cops come round
That murder’s a mystery
That murder’s a mystery
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