Yeah, Scarface Al Capone, Mr. Motherfuckin' Skeezy, we about to do some real shit right
here.
I like to call it Showdown, the home of the original Gangsta Waltz.
We about to address every fake -ass nigga in the game, and if y 'all bitches got some drama
be about it.
Al Capone, rip this motherfuckin' track in half.
Some meanie niggas climb in Rio, but they fake a dance of silicone, man, I hear these
niggas out here hatin' on that Al Capone, talkin' this, talkin' that, where he been,
where he at?
Trick your bitch, bumpin' date, like it, man, she lovin' that.
Why you out here frontin' like you don't know the fuckin' biz?
Niggas know what time it is, but you put that bullshit, what's the real problem?
Somethin' missin' from your childhood, never got no love, need a hug to make you feel good?
Nigga, I'm bumpin' at the frame.
Don't, you can't be serious, get his boy, Pat, I think this nigga on his period, cuz
that shit you do, that's that shit that women do.
I ain't even on your level, so I just ain't feelin' you.
Nigga, I just put out a new mixtape.
You better check your attitude, I'm a motherfuckin' vet, bitch, show some gratitude.
Man, my chick bump way harder than y 'all.
I ain't even mad at you, but if you press your fuckin' luck, I'ma act a fuckin' fool.
I'ma shoot seeing ass, question Slater.
Ain't no motherfuckin' hater like my name was Darth Vader
Dead kick em with these katers
I'm a pimpin' for a slayer
Better duck and say a prayer
Cause I'm buzzin' at your player
Ain't no heaven for a snitch
Only graves for a bitch
Bitch I'm bustin' at your clique
Talkin' shit, holdin' my dick
Ain't no fuckin' over us
All my niggas drinkin' cuss
Got two lungs full of smoke
And a liver full of huck
It's incredible, believe
Ridin' dirty, smokin' trees
Hold these ass niggas snitchin'
I'ma suck em with some G's
Niggas down for dirty deeds
Talkin' pistols, slayin' peas
North Memphis, B .A .C.
South Memphis, O .M .B.
Doin' 90 down the ma
We ain't scared to catch a charge
Lock a hater in the trunk
And then hide his body parts
Cause my niggas won't be barred
And we ain't fakin' like we hard
You don't want no drama, boy
And let's believe we won't be far
Now that's the tone, nigga
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
You don't want no drama, boy
You don't want no drama, boy
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
You don't want no drama, boy
You don't want no drama, boy
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
You don't want no drama, boy
You don't want no drama, boy
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
You don't want no drama, boy
You don't want no drama, boy
I'm with a bunch of damn thugs
In the club with a mug
Hittin' hitters in my system
So you know I'm fucked up
Got that ignitor on me
So I'm prone to act a fool
Leave my thugs up in this bitch
You know the motherfuckin' rules
I'm a swang, I'm a cock
I'm a blast, you gon' drop
In the middle of the club
Or hide in the parking lot
We the clique, you don't test
Even our gals strapped with text
So when you pop off at the mouth
You already know what's comin' next
It's the crowd -pleasin' bandits
All be jumpin' in the circle
That four, five magnum is gonna have you
Lookin' thirsty
Me and my squad are tellin' you
We in somethin' serious
Most of these dudes be actin' like
They are delirious
Fuckin' with Tomski, Shatnigga, and the Flickster
Al Capone, Mr. Ski, and that boy Pimp
Listen, y 'all thought y 'all were ready for what we got
I'm tellin' you fuckers
Your mind ain't ready for the trauma you got
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
