*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