Showdown

*Threats, fighting, and drum loops in background*

[Chorus]
Niggas laying down on the ground
It's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown
It's a showdown
Niggas laying down on the ground
It's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown
It's a showdown

[Verse 1]
Listen up all you damned dare varmints
It's finna be a showdown
Better flee the scene
That's on the real
Better keep that head down
Pick a bigger strap, better come equip
And don't trip cause I'm bout to let it loose
Pullin' out a pocket knife
Will get you snyped
And you know niggas is gonna have to shoot
Could it be that I had the loot
In a mood for bustin' chickens
Nigga thought he had him a sweet vic
But he had him a schizophrenic
Better have that itchy for the homicide
Ain't no love, I'ma let it ride
Now it's gonna be a showdown
On the lowdown
Better stay inside
Trippin' cause a nigga gonna die
If Billy Joe didn't tell that lie
He would still be in the barn
Instead, he got buckshots in his right side
Ms. Hay she cooked as punkin pie
Gettin' high in the fuckin' barn
The showdown it was all good
And I came home with that smokey gun

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[Verse 2]
Wait a minute
Hold up now
Who want confrontation
Punk ass nigga, you run with a clique
Ha, I ride with a nation
And I'm bustin'
Not to mention I'm cappin' every nigga
On your deck, so don't sleep
To make you stifle
Got a rifle with a scope
You can't cope when the Conflict's on the creep
You came to close to the Style, partner
Can't fuck with the rodeo
Here we go, wild westside
Gitty up, move em out
Head for the hills
I'ma let it ride
The trick didn't know about the gangbang boogie
'til it fell on the floor wit a ass full of lead
No need for calling out your momma name now
Son-of-a-bitch you dead!
On your mark
Get ready
Get set trip
I'm comin' wit a nine millimeter motherfucker
Like damn
My shit never jam
Like a hoe you fold
When I stuck you snipin
Off a building
Gangbangin' is an everyday thing
Runnin' down on a hoe down
Gotta low down
It's a showdown
Nigga bout to go down
Slow down!

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[Verse 3: Wildstyle]
I'm just a bogus nigga
Fuck that nigga next to me
You get that ass dropped quick
Never had no love
Now you wanna challenge me
Fuck yo chief
We got some beef
When I die, it's gonna be a gang fight
I'ma be the nigga that take your life
Pop your ass, say nighty-night
Born to do some damage
I'll be damned if I let a motherfucker
Even think he rough
Blaze that bitch
And bust him up
Pussy motherfucker I'mma take your stuff
Shit is out of pocket man
But all this shit is finna change
Cause when I come this time
I'mma show that a nine ain't no joke
I'ma kill you some more
And show them fools Wildstyle ain't no hoe
And if I die we all gotta go
Bad thing about it, I don't give a fuck
Wondering what I'm livin' for
Face to face with a nigga that I hate
I'ma meet you on the hellground
Look you up in your eyes and spray
Smoke you in the showdown

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[Verse 4]
A motherfucker told me it was gonna be a showdown
When I came around I was up for breakin' motherfuckers down
Fuck it niggas wit it
Let's rock the town
Flee on the scene
Now what's up baby
Car full of niggas straight lookin' shady
Came to loot
Better have what you gone shoot
Cause we straight actin' crazy
C-O-N Flict nigga
That's what it is when you tote them triggers
Gangbangalistic father figure
Daddy to the niggas that think they slicker
Yeah
It's a showdown
Not just my hood, but town to town
Making motherfuckers recognize the flavor
Coming from Chi-Town
Yee-Haw!
Be quick to draw
Pick a nigga meat up out the chainsaw
Make a nigga see what he never saw
Crucial Conflict comin' at you raw
For a showdown
We don't play around
Motherfuckers gone die
We gone kill 'em up pal
Motherfuckers playing these damn games
Kill 'em up in the showdown

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