Showdown

Uh-huh, uh-huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Live nigga writing the rhymes) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Lil' Mo and the Top Bill Time) Uh-huh, uh-huh (Watch) Knock, knock! Who that? Sister from the hilltop Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop Caramel complexion, Belfer section Ready for whatever case I'm dealing with the next shit Common type scenario, niggas only fell Stay dipped with Nike Airs, oh please, and ponytails Fucking up some pizza, overcharge my Visa Million dollar videos, crush 'em with my teaser Tell a mother... uh, uh, I'm tight like Ebenezer Scrooge, still look good without rouge Or lipstick, lil' misfit, quick to dish shit Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent Money, money, money, how we blaze Splitting shit three ways with Meezy and Pace Got bitch-ass niggas that think I sound like a dude Spit rhymes so quick, you might think I'm tapped to In the showdown (Uh-huh), how it go down (Uh-huh) Get the flow down (Uh-huh), watch it go down (Uh-huh) How it go down (Uh-huh) in the showdown (Uh-huh) Getting throwed down (Uh-huh), watch it go down (Uh-huh) In the showdown (Uh-huh), how it go down (Uh-huh) Put your dough down (Uh-huh), watch it go down (Uh-huh) Uh, I'm representing niggas 'round the way We running up the spots and we ain't gon' have to pay Or running with my mens, I rock the Pantene We rhyming on the brain like scarves and hairpins Uh, uh, I'm trying to see a black Benz with my back in House on the hill with my publishing deal Shows pay the bills, make it all connect Then do some corporate type shit with my royalty check Now what comes next? Grab myself a Lex After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death And give a shout out to my niggas like I was DMX Spit raw type, hot like jazz or funk now Knowing spoken word always turn into a hoedown Tell me, tell me now, 'cause that's how I ball Buy the honey Romney, stuff in the U-Haul In the showdown (Uh-huh), how it go down (Uh-huh) Get the flow down (Uh-huh), watch it go down (Uh-huh) How it go down (Uh-huh) in the showdown (Uh-huh) Getting throwed down (Uh-huh), watch it go down (Uh-huh) In the showdown (Uh-huh), how it go down (Uh-huh) Put your dough down (Uh-huh), watch it go down (Uh-huh) Uh, peace to all my peoples in the Shindy (Peace, peace) Peace to peoples with they licenses suspended (Peace, peace) Peace goes out to all my hood rat chicks Who ain't trying to hear shit but mix and fact shit What? I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy Then hit the sushi bars eating eye rolls with sake I'm smoking dimes and a chunky black Niggas know the pokey facts, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back I rip shows and sip Tequila Rose And always be around like I was Afros Y'all motherfuckers crazy to never out-blaze me Rising to the top 'cause that's how mama raised me Now that the message is embedded, the R-A-D-I-G-G-A gon' set it Hold up, baby, 'cause that's when you mourn Punk rappers I respect don't get caught up in the crowd In the showdown (Uh-huh), how it go down (Uh-huh) Get the flow down (Uh-huh), watch it go down (Uh-huh) How it go down (Uh-huh) in the showdown (Uh-huh) Getting throwed down (Uh-huh), watch it go down (Uh-huh) In the showdown (Uh-huh), how it go down (Uh-huh) Put your dough down (Uh-huh), watch it go down (Uh-huh)