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It’s Goin’ Down

It’s Goin’ Down is a diss track by Cam'ron targeting Jay-Z. Cam'ron's conflict with Jay-Z grew out of Roc-A-Fella business tensions, Dipset's relationship with Damon Dash and competing accounts of who created opportunities for whom. The lyrics challenge Jay-Z's authorship, loyalty, fashion, executive record and claim to have made Cam wealthy.

Released2006
Annotated1
ExplicitYes
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Lyrics & breakdown

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    [Verse]

    Multi-line diss block
    02

    Who is it? Killa, boo

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    Jigga what? Jigga who? He a motherfucking jiggaboo

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    Playa hater, I don't play them games

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    You got beef with Killa? Nigga, say my name

    Block notePressures the target to answer

    TargetJay-Z

    MeaningWhat it means: In “You got beef with Killa? Nigga, say my name,” Cam'ron treats Jay-Z's response, delay, or silence as part of the contest rather than a neutral choice. Why it was said: Cam'ron's conflict with Jay-Z grew out of Roc-A-Fella business tensions, Dipset's relationship with Damon Dash and competing accounts of who created opportunities for whom. The lyrics challenge Jay-Z's authorship, loyalty, fashion, executive record and claim to have made Cam wealthy. By defining silence as concession, the line tries to control the timetable of the feud and force Jay-Z into replying on the artist's terms.

    ContextCam'ron's conflict with Jay-Z grew out of Roc-A-Fella business tensions, Dipset's relationship with Damon Dash and competing accounts of who created opportunities for whom. The lyrics challenge Jay-Z's authorship, loyalty, fashion, executive record and claim to have made Cam wealthy.

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    You shy? He snorting raw or they reported wrong

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    My paper long, I be on any resort you on

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    The muscle muscle tussles I give

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    I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live

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    So get the K's, I'm Mr. K, he fish filet

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    He only go to Marcy on Christmas Day (Not Santa)

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    You not Santa (Nope), fuck clothes from Bertoff

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    'Fore you murk off, why don't you drop work off

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    Or, sign a rapper from the borough, get off Jeezy dick

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    And Rick Ross shit, but he a jerk-off

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    I done dust and fried him, the fans must oblige him

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    Called the sandals slippers, can't justify them

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    We the Byrdgang, you a bird head

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    You do flip-flops, step up, Hermes

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    I from the back blocks, the rats, the have-nots

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    Only G4 I'm on is a laptop

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    Got me over-depressed, nigga, Hov is a mess

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    It's G5 minimum or Global Express

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    Goddag, we living in Baghdad

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    You got no style, dip inside the swag bag

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    See bad past, Benz's, black Jag

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    I'm tremendous, my pants from sack sag

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    And the guns are imported and exquisite

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    He out of retirement, Jordan on the Wizards