Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Showdown, artist - Prince Paul. Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Song language: English
Showdown |
| THE REV: Okay, son. |
| I’m gonna get ya out. |
| The captain owes me a favor. |
| Plus, they had no search warrant. |
| Just promise me I’ll see you in church on |
| Sunday |
| TARIQ: Okay, Reverend. |
| Thank you |
| TARIQ (NARRATION): Thank God the Reverend got me out. |
| I only had a day 'til my |
| meeting with the Wu, and I’m far from ready. |
| So I decided to call him to get a |
| few extra days to get my shit together |
| WU-TANG RECEPTIONIST: Wu-Tang… |
| TARIQ: This is Tariq. |
| Let me speak to the god |
| WTR: Let me see if he’s in. Please hold… |
| RZA: Tariq, what up, son? |
| TARIQ: Peace, god. |
| Yo, I just wanted to tell you something about tomorrow |
| RZA: Yeah, yeah, yo, the man Tru is right here. |
| He just came through, what, |
| with his beats, you knahmsayin', he made. |
| It’s kinda fat what he got right |
| here. |
| Word, lyrics, yo— He got some lyrics right here. |
| Yo, ‘Riq— Yo, ‘Riq, |
| check it out— Yo— Believe I give your man the deal real quick, nah mean? |
| Sign him up, blow him up, yo. |
| You prolly gon' do a joint on his album, |
| on his LP or something. |
| Blow up with him, nah mean? |
| TARIQ: HIS album? |
| RZA: Yeah, yaknahmsayin', ‘Riq? |
| ‘Cause, yo, right now, you know, at my label, |
| I got room for one more motherfucking act. |
| Got room for one more act. |
| I know that you and your— you— you and your man, Tru, y’all boys, |
| but I know you doing your own thing, you got some other things going, so, |
| you know, I’ma sign your man Tru real quick. |
| I know you’ll be cool with— |
| TARIQ (NARRATION): That was definitely the last straw. |
| Tru stole my record deal, |
| got me busted… What the fuck? |
| It was time to deal with Tru on his own level |
| TARIQ (NARRATION): So that night, I went to Tru’s house and waited. |
| Until finally, he pulled up… |
| TRU: Ayo, Tariq, what’s up, brother? |
| What you doing here? |
| TARIQ: What am I doing here? |
| You know what the fuck I’m doing here! |
| You set me up, bitch! |
| TRU: Set you up? |
| Man, you fuckin' buggin'! |
| TARIQ: Nah! |
| Nah, Tru! |
| You buggin'! |
| The cops was at the hotel you told me to be |
| at! |
| Coincidence? |
| I don’t know. |
| Everybody seen my fuckin' résumé. |
| What’s going on with that? |
| What’s up with using my fuckin' beat to get that |
| deal with the Wu? |
| What’s— What the fuck is going on? |
| I thought we was s’posed |
| to be like brothers! |
| TRU: Ayo, fuck you. |
| Why you always gotta get the breaks, huh? |
| Record deals, |
| fly drug sales. |
| Boy, I taught you the game! |
| I taught you how to rhyme! |
| You ain’t nothing without me! |
| But fuckin' Tariq gotta show his ass all the |
| time. |
| Gotta outdo me. |
| Nah. |
| Not anymore, bitch! |
| Tomorrow, I sign that record |
| contract, and if you lucky, I just might let your punk ass rhyme a sentence on |
| that motherfucker |
| TARIQ: You ain’t signing a fucking thing if me and this fucking. |
| 380 can help it! |
| TRU: Oh, you gon' pull a gun out on me? |
| You ain’t even know how to hold that |
| bitch until I showed you. |
| Oh, look. |
| Now my neighbors looking! |
| TARIQ: What? |
| Neighbors? |
| Wh— Where? |
| TRU: Damn, you stupid! |
| Now what you got? |
| It’s either gon' be me or you, bitch! |