Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix Clowns and infinite showdowns Battle grounds all break downs; world's upside down Making wicked smiles wicked frowns, we get down With our own gangster sound Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow With shanks of venom metal Rattle fuckin' snakes I'm as high as the stakes Quarter ounce of weed to the head no breaks home wait Street wars we get in them Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you
Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic On the streets, the dramatic battles increase We see more wars, less peace, we're even fighting police Resulting, they're biggest enemies Lifestyles of the criminal be wild You wanna see more action, hold up wait a while Fist crash giants clash Putting on the face of the devil mask doing brain bash
Course: Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down
Watch out, look out, look out, watch out For the showdown, you better slow down Give me fifty feet or better Keep your eye on the barrel of the beretta The lead comin' to wet'cha Spread your body parts all over the continent I'm a dominant mothafucka, but you're the opposite Turn around put your hands on the side Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun The outcome: you're just another one soul Flyin' into the heavens hit by the '57 Ass end scrapping, illuminating the whole block They all flock in anticipation You're getting rolled by the dayton Now i see your hand shaking You want our of this situation
Course: Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down Look out for the showdown Crazy in the head locos 'bout to throw down
Images of war weapons the psycho presence Blood wettens, stains the curb where you're steppin' Deadly ground's the home of all showdowns Come into my kingdom , sirens rattle eardrums It ain't one on one no more, it' gun on gun Bullets take the place of fists so what's the outcome Crazy wars, severe scars If you're just like me, you're defending what's yours Taking no loss
We're heavy duty like tanks This is my two chrome shanks Criminal styles point blank You think my music is crazy like tony montana Fumando marijuana con santana tomorrow I might not be alive, so i wanna bring all the enemy's sorrow I rock the block with the music maniac Tar back locos seekin' that warpath Why don't punks be legit, they ell bring havoc in their head A psycho one will shoot them dead
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