Posts Tagged Showdown
The Psycho Realm – Showdown
Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix
Clowns and infinite showdowns
Battle grounds all break downs; world’s upside down
Making wicked smiles wicked frowns, we get down
With our own gangster sound
Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow
With shanks of venom metal
Rattle fuckin’ snakes I’m as high as the stakes
Quarter ounce of weed to the head no breaks home wait
Street wars we get in them
Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you
Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic
On the streets, the dramatic battles increase
We see more wars, less peace, we’re even fighting police
Resulting, they’re biggest enemies
Lifestyles of the criminal be wild
You wanna see more action, hold up wait a while
Fist crash giants clash
Putting on the face of the devil mask doing brain bash
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Watch out, look out, look out, watch out
For the showdown, you better slow down
Give me fifty feet or better
Keep your eye on the barrel of the beretta
The lead comin’ to wet’cha
Spread your body parts all over the continent
I’m a dominant mothafucka, but you’re the opposite
Turn around put your hands on the side
Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun
The outcome: you’re just another one soul
Flyin’ into the heavens hit by the ‘57
Ass end scrapping, illuminating the whole block
They all flock in anticipation
You’re getting rolled by the dayton
Now I see your hand shaking
You want our of this situation
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Images of war weapons the psycho presence
Blood wettens, stains the curb where you’re steppin’
Deadly ground’s the home of all showdowns
Come into my kingdom , sirens rattle eardrums
It ain’t one on one no more, it’ gun on gun
Bullets take the place of fists so what’s the outcome
Crazy wars, severe scars
If you’re just like me, you’re defending what’s yours
Taking no loss
We’re heavy duty like tanks
This is my two chrome shanks
Criminal styles point blank
You think my music is crazy like tony montana
Fumando marijuana con santana tomorrow
I might not be alive, so I wanna bring all the enemy’s sorrow
I rock the block with the music maniac
Tar back locos seekin’ that warpath
Why don’t punks be legit, they ell bring havoc in their head
A psycho one will shoot them dead
That’s the fundamental to a fucked up mental
Now you got a gun, your life’s a psycho realm
My strategy assault battery
Runnin’ through your neighborhood in cliques of three
Smokin’ in the battlegrounds on wild streets
And wild showdowns, enemy take a look around
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Black Moon – Showdown
Featuring Q-Tip
[Q-Tip]
(yo) Aiyyo Buck, word up (get up in em)
Yo it’s that nigga from the Tribe
Let these niggas know what’s up son, aight?
[Buckshot]
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
[Q-Tip]
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
[Buckshot]
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
[Q-Tip]
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
[Buckshot]
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
[Q-Tip & Buckshot]
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!!
Black Moon – Showdown
Featuring Q-Tip
[Q-Tip]
(yo) Aiyyo Buck, word up (get up in em)
Yo it’s that nigga from the Tribe
Let these niggas know what’s up son, aight?
[Buckshot]
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
[Q-Tip]
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
[Buckshot]
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
[Q-Tip]
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
[Buckshot]
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
[Q-Tip & Buckshot]
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!!
Psychp Realm – Showdown
Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix
Clowns and infinite showdowns
Battle grounds all break downs; world’s upside down
Making wicked smiles wicked frowns, we get down
With our own gangster sound
Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow
With shanks of venom metal
Rattle fuckin’ snakes I’m as high as the stakes
Quarter ounce of weed to the head no breaks home wait
Street wars we get in them
Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you
Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic
On the streets, the dramatic battles increase
We see more wars, less peace, we’re even fighting police
Resulting, they’re biggest enemies
Lifestyles of the criminal be wild
You wanna see more action, hold up wait a while
Fist crash giants clash
Putting on the face of the devil mask doing brain bash
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Watch out, look out, look out, watch out
For the showdown, you better slow down
Give me fifty feet or better
Keep your eye on the barrel of the beretta
The lead comin’ to wet’cha
Spread your body parts all over the continent
I’m a dominant mothafucka, but you’re the opposite
Turn around put your hands on the side
Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun
The outcome: you’re just another one soul
Flyin’ into the heavens hit by the ‘57
Ass end scrapping, illuminating the whole block
They all flock in anticipation
You’re getting rolled by the dayton
Now I see your hand shaking
You want our of this situation
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Images of war weapons the psycho presence
Blood wettens, stains the curb where you’re steppin’
Deadly ground’s the home of all showdowns
Come into my kingdom , sirens rattle eardrums
It ain’t one on one no more, it’ gun on gun
Bullets take the place of fists so what’s the outcome
Crazy wars, severe scars
If you’re just like me, you’re defending what’s yours
Taking no loss
We’re heavy duty like tanks
This is my two chrome shanks
Criminal styles point blank
You think my music is crazy like tony montana
Fumando marijuana con santana tomorrow
I might not be alive, so I wanna bring all the enemy’s sorrow
I rock the block with the music maniac
Tar back locos seekin’ that warpath
Why don’t punks be legit, they ell bring havoc in their head
A psycho one will shoot them dead
That’s the fundamental to a fucked up mental
Now you got a gun, your life’s a psycho realm
My strategy assault battery
Runnin’ through your neighborhood in cliques of three
Smokin’ in the battlegrounds on wild streets
And wild showdowns, enemy take a look around
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
The Psycho Realm – Showdown
Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix
Clowns and infinite showdowns
Battle grounds all break downs; world’s upside down
Making wicked smiles wicked frowns, we get down
With our own gangster sound
Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow
With shanks of venom metal
Rattle fuckin’ snakes I’m as high as the stakes
Quarter ounce of weed to the head no breaks home wait
Street wars we get in them
Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you
Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic
On the streets, the dramatic battles increase
We see more wars, less peace, we’re even fighting police
Resulting, they’re biggest enemies
Lifestyles of the criminal be wild
You wanna see more action, hold up wait a while
Fist crash giants clash
Putting on the face of the devil mask doing brain bash
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ’bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ’bout to throw down
Watch out, look out, look out, watch out
For the showdown, you better slow down
Give me fifty feet or better
Keep your eye on the barrel of the beretta
The lead comin’ to wet’cha
Spread your body parts all over the continent
I’m a dominant mothafucka, but you’re the opposite
Turn around put your hands on the side
Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun
The outcome: you’re just another one soul
Flyin’ into the heavens hit by the ’57
Ass end scrapping, illuminating the whole block
They all flock in anticipation
You’re getting rolled by the dayton
Now I see your hand shaking
You want our of this situation
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ’bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ’bout to throw down
Images of war weapons the psycho presence
Blood wettens, stains the curb where you’re steppin’
Deadly ground’s the home of all showdowns
Come into my kingdom , sirens rattle eardrums
It ain’t one on one no more, it’ gun on gun
Bullets take the place of fists so what’s the outcome
Crazy wars, severe scars
If you’re just like me, you’re defending what’s yours
Taking no loss
We’re heavy duty like tanks
This is my two chrome shanks
Criminal styles point blank
You think my music is crazy like tony montana
Fumando marijuana con santana tomorrow
I might not be alive, so I wanna bring all the enemy’s sorrow
I rock the block with the music maniac
Tar back locos seekin’ that warpath
Why don’t punks be legit, they ell bring havoc in their head
A psycho one will shoot them dead
That’s the fundamental to a fucked up mental
Now you got a gun, your life’s a psycho realm
My strategy assault battery
Runnin’ through your neighborhood in cliques of three
Smokin’ in the battlegrounds on wild streets
And wild showdowns, enemy take a look around
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ’bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ’bout to throw down
Archie Bell & The Drells – There’s Gonna Be A Showdown
Say man, they tell me you think you’re pretty good
Don’t you know you’re in my neighborhood
They tell me you’re pretty fast on your feet
So I want you to meet me at the dance hall
On Market Street, you hear
There’s gonna be a showdown
There’s gonna be a showdownj, showdown, oh yeah
I’ve got ten notches on my shoes
When it comes to dancin
I just can’t lose
They call me the top cat in this man’s town
So I want you to meet me before the sun goes down
There’s gonna be a showdown
There’s gonna be a showdown, showdown, oh yeah
All the girls are losin faith in me
Don’t seem like top cat’s great
As he used to be
I know I’m good
So you better be better
When you get out on the floor
You better have your steps together
There’s gonna be a showdown
There’s gonna be a showdown, showdown, oh yeah
Now my reputation has been one of the fastest men alive
So I’m gonna see how good you are when I count to five
(One) oh man, you better stop
(Two) You can do better than that
(Three) Man will you move aside
(Four-Five) And let me get out here and do my jive
There’s gonna be a showdown
There’s gonna be a showdown, showdown, oh yeah
Psychp Realm – Showdown
Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix
Clowns and infinite showdowns
Battle grounds all break downs; world’s upside down
Making wicked smiles wicked frowns, we get down
With our own gangster sound
Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow
With shanks of venom metal
Rattle fuckin’ snakes I’m as high as the stakes
Quarter ounce of weed to the head no breaks home wait
Street wars we get in them
Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you
Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic
On the streets, the dramatic battles increase
We see more wars, less peace, we’re even fighting police
Resulting, they’re biggest enemies
Lifestyles of the criminal be wild
You wanna see more action, hold up wait a while
Fist crash giants clash
Putting on the face of the devil mask doing brain bash
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Watch out, look out, look out, watch out
For the showdown, you better slow down
Give me fifty feet or better
Keep your eye on the barrel of the beretta
The lead comin’ to wet’cha
Spread your body parts all over the continent
I’m a dominant mothafucka, but you’re the opposite
Turn around put your hands on the side
Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun
The outcome: you’re just another one soul
Flyin’ into the heavens hit by the ‘57
Ass end scrapping, illuminating the whole block
They all flock in anticipation
You’re getting rolled by the dayton
Now I see your hand shaking
You want our of this situation
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Images of war weapons the psycho presence
Blood wettens, stains the curb where you’re steppin’
Deadly ground’s the home of all showdowns
Come into my kingdom , sirens rattle eardrums
It ain’t one on one no more, it’ gun on gun
Bullets take the place of fists so what’s the outcome
Crazy wars, severe scars
If you’re just like me, you’re defending what’s yours
Taking no loss
We’re heavy duty like tanks
This is my two chrome shanks
Criminal styles point blank
You think my music is crazy like tony montana
Fumando marijuana con santana tomorrow
I might not be alive, so I wanna bring all the enemy’s sorrow
I rock the block with the music maniac
Tar back locos seekin’ that warpath
Why don’t punks be legit, they ell bring havoc in their head
A psycho one will shoot them dead
That’s the fundamental to a fucked up mental
Now you got a gun, your life’s a psycho realm
My strategy assault battery
Runnin’ through your neighborhood in cliques of three
Smokin’ in the battlegrounds on wild streets
And wild showdowns, enemy take a look around
Course:
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Look out for the showdown
Crazy in the head locos ‘bout to throw down
Britney Spears – Showdown
Yeah…
Sometimes I just love to have it all
It’s just something that goes back to you
Well..
Never thought I’d see you like this
You’re lookin’ good when you’re half-dressed
Just let me give you one last test
Is that a sin?
Am I too hard for you though?
Did you check out my video?
There’s some things you don’t know
Like this
CHORUS
I dare you to stand in my way
Just give in
When you are ready to play
(unh)like this
Here comes the showdown
What goes around comes around
And the crowd’s all waiting
Well…
Cause if we break up then we can make up,check my body all night
Here comes the showdown
Well…
I don’t really wanna be a tease
But would you undo my zipper please?
Unh-uh, please don’t talk
Listen
I’ll let you touch me if you want
I see your body rise,rise
And when you come don’t get too hot,butterfly
Chorus
I dare you to stand in my way
Just give in
When you are ready to play
(unh)like this
Here comes the showdown
What goes around comes around
And the crowd’s all waiting
Well…
Cause if we break up then we can make up,check my body all night
Here comes the showdown
Well…
Forget the tension when we fight
We’ll make it up, turn down the lights
It’s just a lover’s game we play
Hey,hey,hey
After the screamings that I mend
Why don’t we do it all again?
That’s from the fumblings, we can
Whoa
CHORUS
I dare you to stand in my way
Just give in
When you are ready to play
(unh)like this
Here comes the showdown
What goes around comes around
And the crowd’s all waiting
Well…
Cause if we break up then we can make up,check my body all night
Here comes the showdown
Well…
Why don’t you
Yeah
Yeah
Here comes the showdown
Well…
What goes around comes around
And the crowd’s all waiting
Well…
Yeah
Here comes the showdown
Well…
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