T-Rock - Show Up lyrics

[Hook: Lord Infamous] 2x First we gonna show up then we gonna show out Are we gonna turn this b**h out? n***a no doubt b**h we gonna show up then we gonna show out n***a get wrong, get slapped in yo mouth [Verse 1: Mac Montese] We show up at the club Show out, they show us love Still a couple of fake thugs In the back that throw us mugs My swag game off the chain Magnolia, that's where I hang And if you really know me Then you know I f** with Black Rain Showin' up and showin' out Cause that's just what I do Wether it's eight or sixteen bars I'mma go hard, keep on spittin' the truth You think that it's just rap But I been doin' this half my life I'm just recordin' facts and givin' it back See y'all through this (?) mic [Verse 2: II Tone] All these weak n***as loud talkin', stuntin' like a champ When I step out on the scene b**h n***as break cap See you suffer from a weakness and yo body like a (?) Gotta beat yo a** (?) put yo picture on the (?) Or the front of a shirt, leave you stankin' with the flies No remorse, I done told ya take a look up in my eyes We can get it crackin' n***a, in the streets or in the club But I put that fire on ya, havin' bubble in yo blood [Hook: Lord Infamous] 2x [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] I keep a barrel close to make a n***a comatose Catch a dose of hot toast post in that red rose Crimson soak, Lord loc in that black robe Put my cythe up in my nose, snortin' on a railroad Bloody, Bloody Scarecrow straight from the hell below Can't get on my own show cause I won't let the d** go b**hes gettin' exposed when I go into low-mode Coke in my nose with the de-mo-nic flow Ties hide and I'm movin' on, on my c**aine run Shouts out to the groupie b**hes with the guap They give me some, cum some on they tongue Lick it till you feel it run Just like (?) yo they never ever eat just one Bigger to the dirt bag, scallywag, toe tag, body drag On they last, b**hes tryna catch a blast Lord is ignorant, don't be a statistic at the title (?) Run up in that b**h and I'm showin' up and showin' out [Hook: Lord Infamous] 2x [Verse 4: T-Rock] Look Gorilla pimpin' make the timid n***as diss and murk (?) make you sons of b**hes dig yo own ditches I'm a gladiator, ain't no other way for me to live it I ain't criminate the critics, nail crosses the stitches When I hit scene, money green, what's a n***a scheme? (?) like dope on triple beam, f** being the King See me gradually gettin' making money on a trappin' spree I left the n***as on the block, acknowledge who is majesty f**in' chimney stones, I'm a (?) when it's on Twin chromes burn, barrel heated full of brimstone Make them grown move, get yo chin blown, drug back We them n***as poppin' pistols, y'all be throwin' love tabs Sasquatch of the trap, ain't nobody hard as me Artists be tryin' to top it, it's no comparison partially Target me; I bust with sh** banned from US-armory Market me as the n***a murkin' haters who the son of me