Showdown

featuring Q-Tip

[Q-Tip]

(yo) Aiyyo Buck, word up (get up in em)

Yo it's that nigga from the Tribe

Let these niggas know what's up son, aight?

[Buckshot]

Bounce to this, you don't wanna miss this, get into this

This is that shit that make em all flip

They all want a piece

Some keep a steady mind, some get geese

Now what be the shit that make them niggas 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 mothafuckin 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 bitches 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 bullshit, 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

Niggas comin through wit they heaters to bark

I always have to be around some shit

Showin mothafuckers I be down for shit

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

Niggas always wanna see a fight, crowd around it like

Cause a scene, some dumb nigga might pop off a shot

In the air for props, followed by the cops and the ghetto bird

Swoop down and hit them niggas 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

Fuck 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, classic '83 type jewelery

Sport gold nugget, fuck 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 mothafucker online wanna hit something

Niggas 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

Fuck it, in the suburb bounce to this

Huh, in the curb you can bounce to this

Fuckin wit the herb, you can bounce to this

Wha-what, wha-what

5FT, Evil Dee, Buckshot da B-D-B

Back at yo' ass for the nine-now

Don't bite this style, mothafucker BOO-YAA!!