Q-tip - Showdown lyrics

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Q-tip - Showdown lyrics

[Q-Tip] (yo) Aiyyo Buck, word up (get up in em) Yo it's that n***a from the Tribe Let these n***as know what's up son, aight? [Buckshot] Bounce to this, you don't wanna miss this, get into this This is that sh** that make em all flip They all want a piece Some keep a steady mind, some get geese Now what be the sh** that make them n***as 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 mothaf**in 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 b**hes 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 bullsh**, 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 n***as comin through wit they heaters to bark I always have to be around some sh** Showin mothaf**ers I be down for sh** 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 n***as always wanna see a fight, crowd around it like Cause a scene, some dumb n***a might pop off a shot In the air for props, followed by the cops and the ghetto bird Swoop down and hit them n***as 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 f** 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, cla**ic '83 type j**elery Sport gold nugget, f** 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 mothaf**er online wanna hit something n***as 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 f** it, in the suburb bounce to this Huh, in the curb you can bounce to this f**in wit the herb, you can bounce to this Wha-what, wha-what 5FT, Evil Dee, Buckshot da B-D-B Back at yo' a** for the nine-now Don't bite this style, mothaf**er BOO-YAA!!