(feat. B-Real)



[Mr. Duke]

Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix

clowns and infinite showdowns

battle grounds all break downs; 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 home wait

street wars we get in them

furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you



[Sick Jacken]

out of frictions comes static causing mad panic

on the streets, the dramatic battles increase

we see more wars, less peace, we're even fighting police

resulting, they're biggest enemies

lifestyles of the criminal be wild

you wanna see more action, hold up wait a while

fist crash giants clash

putting on the face of the devil mask doing brain bash



[Chorus: Mr. Duke]

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



[B-Real]

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 '57

ass end scrapping, illuminating the whole block

they all flock in anticipation

you're getting rolled by the dayton

now I see your hand shaking

you want our of this situation



[Chorus]



[Sick Jacken]

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' 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



[Mr. Duke]

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

Tar back locos seekin' that warpath

Why don't punks be legit, they ell bring havoc in their head

A psycho one will shoot them 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



[Chorus]