Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix Clowns and infinite showdowns Battle grounds all break down, 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, homes 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 In the streets, the dramatic battles increase We see more wars, less peace, we’re even fighting police Resulting, they’re our biggest enemies
Lifestyles of the criminal be wild You wanna see more action, hold up, wait awhile Fist crash, giants clash Putting on the face of the devil mask, doing brain bash
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 5 7 Ass end scraping, illuminating the whole block
They all flock in anticipation You’re getting rolled by the dayton Now I see your hand shaking You walked out of this situation
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's 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 Tied back locos seekin' that warpath
Why don’t punks be legit, they'll all bring havoc in their head A psycho will shoot some dead That’s the fundamental to a fucked up mental Now you got a gun, your life’s a psycho realm
My strategy, assault battery Runnin' through your neighborhood in cliques of three Smokin' in the battlegrounds on wild streets And wild showdowns, enemy take a look around
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
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