Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Showdown, artist - Black Moon. Album song War Zone Revisited, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.11.2005
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Showdown |
Yo it’s that nigga from the Tribe |
Let these niggas know what’s up son, aight? |
Bounce to this, you don’t wanna miss this, get into this |
This is that shit that make em all flip |
They all want a piece |
Some keep a steady mind, some get geese |
Now what be the shit that make them niggas think |
When they ship come in, they ship won’t sink |
Everybody you meet on your way up, you meet down |
So if you burn a bridge how you gonna cross town |
Think about it now and cry later |
A mothafuckin money maker so I die greater |
And everytime I get them visions in my head |
Everything is red, gettin high from the stimuli |
Very blurry-eyed dred |
Said to me, Buck da B-D-B |
When you smoke your? |
sensity? |
I hope you take out your seed |
And watch your back for them bitches who act shady |
Wit another lady friend that try to serve you wit gravy |
Menage, I almost got caught, what can I say |
Fallin for the lust, I almost got bust Friday |
But safely so, got em by the most high |
He’s out yo, into some next bullshit, I’m like |
Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
All my hip-hop heads |
Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
Mr. Buckshot say |
Hip-hop, set out in the park |
Niggas comin through wit they heaters to bark |
I always have to be around some shit |
Showin mothafuckers I be down for shit |
Real quick to do my justice |
Walk the streets and stay close to my musket |
Bust this, everytime I hit the corner I notice at night |
Niggas always wanna see a fight, crowd around it like |
Cause a scene, some dumb nigga might pop off a shot |
In the air for props, followed by the cops and the ghetto bird |
Swoop down and hit them niggas while they standin on the curb |
What a herb, kick off a shot in the air |
Make the crowd shatter, kid you should’ve splurged |
Now all I see is a fleet of DT’s |
Comin in the direction of B-D-B |
Kick up dust, can’t get bust, duckin darts |
See they wanna shoot the god |
Fuck it, they want to hit all of us |
Bounce to this, in your Pinto |
You can bounce to this in your 5 double-0 |
You can bounce to this in your Mustang |
You can bouce to this, let it bang let it bang |
You can bounce to this on the block that you on |
You can bounce to this, polyin on your horn, come on |
When a finesse pulled up in a GS |
Double-breast to protect the lungs that I blow cess from |
Yes, now I got time to press |
Early visions in my head seein you in that red dress |
Back door, it’s the VIP |
For B-D-B, classic '83 type jewelery |
Sport gold nugget, fuck it |
Rugged individual and make a profit from it |
That’s why I love it and I get mine |
Promote the bump and grind, sippin liqour to a lime |
Every girl’ll be a dime, see it’s showtime |
And every mothafucker online wanna hit something |
Niggas need to stop frontin |
Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
All my hip-hop heads |
Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this |
Mr. Buckshot say |
Bounce to this in your 3−2-0 |
Bounce to this in your 5−4-0 |
Bounce to this in your 7−4-0 |
You can bounce to this blazin on hydro, ooh |
Wha-what, if you smoke a ounce you can bounce to this |
In the club you bounce to this |
Up inside your sheet you can bounce to this |
In the projects you can bounce to this |
Fuck it, in the suburb bounce to this |
Huh, in the curb you can bounce to this |
Fuckin wit the herb, you can bounce to this |
Wha-what, wha-what |
5FT, Evil Dee, Buckshot da B-D-B |
Back at yo' ass for the nine-now |
Don’t bite this style, mothafucker BOO-YAA! |