*Threats fighting and drum loops in background*

(Chorus)

Niggas laying down on the ground

it's a showdown.

Don't you come around trying to clown

it's a showdown.

Niggas laying down on the ground

it's a showdown.

Don't you come around trying to clown

it's a showdown.

Listen up all you damned dare varmints

it's finna be a showdown.

Better flee the scene

that's on the real

better keep that head down.

Pick a bigger strap, better come equip

and don't trip cause I'm bout to let it loose.

Pullin' out a pocket knife

will get you snyped

and you know niggas is gonna have to shoot.

Could it be that I had the loot

in a mood for bustin' chickens

nigga thought he had him a sweet vic

but he had him a schizophrenic.

Better have that itchy for the homicide

aint no love, I'ma let it ride

now it's gonna be a showdown.

On the lowdown,

better stay inside

trippin' cause a nigga gonna die

if Billy Joe didn't tell that lie

he would still be in the barn.

Instead, he got buckshots in his right side.

Ms. Hay she cooked as punkin pie.

Gettin' high in the fuckin' barn

the showdown it was all good,

and I came home with that smokey gun.

Chorus

Wait a minute,

hold up now,

who want confrontation.

Punk ass nigga, you run with a clique,

ha, I ride with a nation.

And I'm bustin',

not to mention I'm cappin' every nigga

on your deck, so don't sleep

to make you stifle.

Got a rifle with a scope,

you can't cope when the Conflict's on the creep.

You came