Once again back again with my friends
 Diamond's beats are fat just like a Benz
 Andre the Giant is great  but I should also mention
 Lord Finesse  he's the Funky Technician
 I'm on my way to the studio  it's the only way that I know
 How to play down low
 Punching keys like Rocky Balboa
 Saying rest in peace to Tshaka Figeoroa
 Some got to grow up before they blow up
 And did you ever know a young brother who had shit sewed up?
 Rented some BM's some Volvos, some Benz
 So much jewls I had to pass shit down to my friends
 But when down and out and pockets are low
 See how fast friends go when there's no cash flow
 So I head for the top, times are hard
 Pushing moms, no pops, I had to get my own props
 I can wild out, but instead
 I just keep to myself and Showbiz just hold his head

 Wally World (Just hold ya head)
 True Dog (Just hold ya head)
 Kerry Dope (Just hold ya head)
 My cousin Chris (Just hold ya head)

 [A.G.]
 Hold ya head, that's what Showbiz said
 In memory of Koto Harris, the eulogy read:
 Another friend was laid to rest
 This world is just chaos, confusion, and a big mess
 But we got to keep striving
 To leave town, never stay down but keep rising
 >From the ghetto, not always ghetto minded
 Some is striving, the finish line they never find it
 All of the sudden they life stops
 >From black on black to harassed by white cops
 Some went into jail to do time
 They take away your time, your freedom, and your state of mind
 So pay attention, these are facts, black
 Take it from the Giant cause I've been there and back
 This is advice so take it
 Stay strong on your path, and you will make it
 I'm not trying to tell you what to do
 Just hold ya head, and everything else will follow through

 To Tyrell (Just hold ya head)
 To Cool K (Just hold ya head)
 My brother Kel (Just hold ya head)
 Big Todd (Just hold ya head)

 [Showbiz]
 Green light, that's go or should I stop?
 I'm not trying to get bagged by any narc cops
 What are you, on dope, or is this a joke?
 Is this the day you pull me over, searching for cracks and coke?
 What's the problem, you know I'm sober
 If you drove a fucking Nova you wouldn't have to pull over
 You're making me late, my papers is straight
 Never hesitate to run a check and then let me skate
 Take my business card, it's in my left hand
 You got the right motherfucker but the wrong goddamn plan
 So pass me by, or you wonder why
 Niggas pull out their glock and point it right between your eye
 But I got my shit together, I never flip with the weather
 And I always think clever
 I think positive and legit
 I gotta give big shouts to my peeps Kendu and Infinite
 Brothers stare into my face like I'm a sucker
 It's too easy to kill another young motherfucker
 So I ignore it, I turn the other cheek
 Yo Show, you ain't got any time for these niggas, these boys is weak
 Some punks want to spit razors shit for rocks
 Packing a glock, and I don't shoot blanks
 Young boys that thought they was ready, step to this
 They made wrong moves because that ass got rocksteady
 Down the line, far from kind
 Whip in behind, and still packing nothing but a nine
 Back on the block, or out on the streets
 I recoup a Dre's scheme real neat to make ends meet
 But I can't live trife, shot stabbed with a knife
 I want kids and a wife, not 25 to life
 Negative thoughts are dead
 Showbiz is the man that always hold his motherfucking head

 To my man Tone (Just hold ya head)
 To Mad Mark (Just hold ya head)
 To Carmello (Just hold ya head)
 To Big Jordan (Just hold ya head)

 [Showbiz]
 Yeah, even though we can say rest in peace to the brothers that ain't here,
 it's just never going to bring you back. So we got to love the ones that
 we're close to now. And I say, and I say, and we out. A.G., my man.

 [A.G.]
 I'd like to say what's up to my man Icewater, my man D-Smooth, my brother Cali
 Dog, just to everybody man, just hold ya motherfucking head.

 [Showbiz]
 Word, cause we've been there, and we in here. Out, and we out