Biggaman - Shower Dem lyrics

[Verse] I'm stone cold, frosting You might've thought I'd say Austin But I don't act, I do boxing Hit him with a left-handed hook, Froch ting Man might've thought he was nang till you lost him All cuh Man try hype up the ting like Don King There's a price to pay, might cost him If a guy sends, I'm returning with top spin Send n***as the wrong way like we lost him Poisonous, I spit venomous, toxic Tell guys like Nasty Jack, wot is it? Try and attack, I'm blocking it Then counteracting with confidence, it's long for them Nobody put me back on again It's Shark, it ain't Mark Morrison But it's the Return of the Mack when I pop at 'em Take a sh** and give it out, no profit ting Ruthless Most over the age of 24 might say they knew this If you're under, time to educate youts which May be oblivious to exactly what the truth is Me, I'mma prove it Can't blame you if you're clueless I was out for a while but those that know me Might say "he gets it in" But never say "he don't do sh**", respect the ting Some pay homage, respect a king Haters send shots, am I bothered? I'll defect the ting They'll end up in row Z OG, I used to hold Zs from days when I was licking them out for one ten So you know I've been about this P from back then So let Shark flow, I'm in a bars zone If I target you pricks, cash tip Fire so rapid, it could take out a carload Man ah talk big like they're out on the strip When they can't shift a half O, arseholes I laugh at you pricks, especially if you're past 26 Ain't owning nuttin' but a home and your bathrobe Blazing away, you're wasting your days You're waste anyway So what you know about Maje? Concrete bars, I stay hard Man are old school like Salako Still kick it with the new school, Thiago Who's f**ing with me? You? Nah, bro I scanned the game, there's bare arseholes A bag of man lack content and can't flow So pick up the phone To your bredrin, show I'm still smacking it up Nuttin's changed, any riddim, still badding it up Word, I'm still actually f**ed Yeah, the bars that I bring, no nonsense Now I'm back on doing this ting constant f** with the kid, take him out like Bronson Love or hate? You can pick what you want, son Man'll write off your face if you want some Looking like cats, I can tell if it was crack that I sell I know that you'd want some I do my ting daily like the Mail That's why it stays tight, the shades be Gazelle Step in, see a man move like I wan' take his girl I'm like 'llow it My whole ends knows that lady well And if that's your girl, then man takes an L Straight backseat, won't get a hotel Man's gotta carry the air freshener with me Make sure that the whip don't smell Then I'm gone, linkup with clientele Man's got food but no eighths for sale Boxes of cheese, yeah, that Babybel But I still shot yards cause it pays me well [Outro] Yo Resurgence Shark Major Biggaman