Showdown — текст песни (Beretta 9 f Hell Razah, Lord Superb)

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[Intro: Beretta 9 (Lord Superb)]
Aiyo, in the place to be
Be B-E-R-E-Double T-A N-I-N-E
Aiyo, check it
(Aiyo yo yo aiyo yo yo
Lord Superb up in this shit too)

[Beretta 9]
Aiyo check it
We super-precede that that, recede that
Might need that, take that bitch
Won`t give it back, no, time is of the essence
Rap murder fashion on parking lot cypher
When I go first, go last
When I`m aimin` a, heatseeker projectile
Missile, comin` off all MC`s, X-File
Mingle with the mangler, mic cord strangler
Hangin` with B9 is like you better hang it up bitch
Off the hitman, either dig it and dug, or get dug in
Shot the club, got a snub in
Dare one of ya`ll come test this
Check one out opponent, and the next on my list is..

[Interlude: Lord Superb]
Nobody, it`s `Perb, yo, yo
Yo, I ain`t wanna do it to ya`ll but fuck it, yo

[Lord Superb]
Superb, I`m a muthafuckin` risk to rap
Step in the game like, this is rap?
I thought this shit was this and that
This game ain`t jack, I`m about to go plat
This verse right here, I`m wreck this shit
As for the album, I`mma perfect this shit
In a class by myself, I ain`t next to shit
Had to get out the hood, them projects ain`t shit
Want an 8-series Benz, a Lex ain`t shit
And my one chain truck jewelry, ya`ll necks ain`t shit
We could, spit it for mills or spit it for deals
When it`s over, we gon` see who spit it for real
I battle you for your bitch, we could battle for your moms
I kill you with a rhyme I wrote with no arms
If L.L.`s the G.O.A.T., Greatest of All Times
I`m the G.O.A.S., Greatest on All Sides
East side, West side, North side, South side
I spit murder so much, my muthafuckin` mouth wide

[Beretta 9]
Brought my most in my heart, kid, don`t fall victim
Blood type 0, I got a rare condition
Two beretta nine`s in my aim`s, so bitchin`
Lick two shots, you caught two for flinchin`
A bad muthafucka, stayed in detention
A smart muthafucka, this is my invention
I eat a sucka nigga, that`s why I stay shittin`

[Hell Razah]
My level get higher every time you inchin`

[Chorus 2X: Hell Razah]
Crack the Gray Goose and roll the Dutches
All my street hustlers, in the game and we ain`t puppets
Niggas hate it but the chicks love it
Look at the ass rubbin, we go to clubs with the gat tucked in

[Hell Razah]
When I spaz I spaz, we in the days where it`s Digital cash
Leave artists with no vocal chords, like a giraffe
Hydro bag, mixed with Morocco hash
With a mind like Ramadan, I think too fast
I burn through studio booths and fiber glass
Slap a chick on the ass and make her pay for the tab
Get the keys, roll the weed before we hopped in the Jag
Ya`ll junior varsity players can`t get off the bench
Hit a nza with this wrench and fulfill the suspense
One flinch, I`m on point like a barbwire fence

[Chorus]