Showdown Lyrics - Singles - Rah Digga

[Verse 1] 

Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop 

Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop 

Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section 

Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit 

Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell 

Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails 

Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa 

Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza 

Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer 

Scrooge, still look good without ruge 

My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit 

Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent 

Money, money, money, how we blaze 

Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace 

Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude 

Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube 

HOOK: 

In the showdown, how it go down 

Get the flow down, watch it go down 

How it go down, in the showdown 

Gettin closed down, watch em go down 

In the showdown, how it go down 

Put your dough down, watch it go down 

[Verse 2] 

I'm representin bitches 'round the way 

We runnin up his box and we ain't gon have to pay 

I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs 

With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins 

I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end 

House on the hill with my publishin deal 

Shows pay the bills, make it all connect 

And do some corporate type shit, with my royalty check 

Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex 

After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex 

Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death 

And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X 

Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now 

Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown 

Tell me now 'cause that's how I ball 

'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the you-Haul 

HOOK 

[Verse 3] 

Peace to all my peoples in mission 

Peace to peoples with they license suspended 

Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks 

Who ain't tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks 

What, I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy 

Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with Saki 

I'm smokin damn good and chokey black 

Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back 

I rip shows, and sip Tequila Rose 

And always be around like I was afros 

y'all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me 

Risin to the top 'cause that's how momma raised me 

Now that the message is embedded 

The are-A, D-I, G-G, A gon set it 

Hold up baby 'cause that's when you lost 

Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross 

HOOK