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
