Kinetic 9 - Showdown lyrics

{*sirens*} [Intro: Beretta 9 (Lord Superb)] Aiyo, in the place to be Be B-E-R-E-Double T-A N-I-N-E Aiyo, check it (Aiyo yo yo aiyo yo yo Lord Superb up in this sh** too) [Beretta 9] Aiyo check it We super-precede that that, recede that Might need that, take that b**h Won't give it back, no, time is of the essence Rap murder fashion on parking lot cypher When I go first, go last When I'm aimin' a, heatseeker projectile Missile, comin' off all MC's, X-File Mingle with the mangler, mic cord strangler Hangin' with B9 is like you better hang it up b**h Off the hitman, either dig it and dug, or get dug in Shot the club, got a snub in Dare one of ya'll come test this Check one out opponent, and the next on my list is.. [Interlude: Lord Superb] Nobody, it's 'Perb, yo, yo Yo, I ain't wanna do it to ya'll but f** it, yo [Lord Superb] Superb, I'm a muthaf**in' risk to rap Step in the game like, "this is rap?" I thought this sh** was this and that This game ain't jack, I'm about to go plat This verse right here, I'm wreck this sh** As for the album, I'mma perfect this sh** In a cla** by myself, I ain't next to sh** Had to get out the hood, them projects ain't sh** Want an 8-series Benz, a Lex ain't sh** And my one chain truck j**elry, ya'll necks ain't sh** We could, spit it for mills or spit it for deals When it's over, we gon' see who spit it for real I battle you for your b**h, we could battle for your moms I k** you with a rhyme I wrote with no arms If L.L.'s the G.O.A.T., Greatest of All Times I'm the G.O.A.S., Greatest on All Sides East side, West side, North side, South side I spit murder so much, my muthaf**in' mouth wide [Beretta 9] Brought my most in my heart, kid, don't fall victim Blood type 0, I got a rare condition Two beretta nine's in my aim's, so b**hin' Lick two shots, you caught two for flinchin' A bad muthaf**a, stayed in detention A smart muthaf**a, this is my invention I eat a s**a n***a, that's why I stay sh**tin' [Hell Razah] My level get higher every time you inchin' [Chorus 2X: Hell Razah] Crack the Gray Goose and roll the Dutches All my street hustlers, in the game and we ain't puppets n***as hate it but the chicks love it Look at the a** rubbin, we go to clubs with the gat tucked in [Hell Razah] When I spaz I spaz, we in the days where it's Digital cash Leave artists with no vocal chords, like a giraffe Hydro bag, mixed with Morocco hash With a mind like Ramadan, I think too fast I burn through studio booths and fiber gla** Slap a chick on the a** and make her pay for the tab Get the keys, roll the weed before we hopped in the Jag Ya'll junior varsity players can't get off the bench Hit a nza with this wrench and fulfill the suspense One flinch, I'm on point like a barbwire fence [Chorus]