- Votes:
- Composers:
- Dewgarde
- Dewgarde
- Blake
 
- See also:
Black Moon - Showdown lyrics
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 Black Moon - Showdown - http://motolyrics.com/black-moon/showdown-lyrics.html
 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



















