*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.
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
aint 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.
Chorus
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
