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black rain ent. - show up lyrics

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[hook: lord infamous] 2x
first we gonna show up then we gonna show out
are we gonna turn this b-tch out? n-gg- no doubt
b-tch we gonna show up then we gonna show out
n-gg- get wrong, get slapped in yo mouth

[verse 1: mac montese]
we show up at the club
show out, they show us love
still a couple of fake thugs
in the back that throw us mugs
my swag game off the chain
magnolia, that’s where i hang
and if you really know me
then you know i f-ck with black rain
showin’ up and showin’ out
cause that’s just what i do
wether it’s eight or sixteen bars
i’mma go hard, keep on spittin’ the truth
you think that it’s just rap
but i been doin’ this half my life
i’m just recordin’ facts and givin’ it back
see y’all through this (?) mic

[verse 2: ii tone]
all these weak n-gg-s loud talkin’, stuntin’ like a champ
when i step out on the scene b-tch n-gg-s break cap
see you suffer from a weakness and yo body like a (?)
gotta beat yo -ss (?) put yo picture on the (?)
or the front of a shirt, leave you stankin’ with the flies
no remorse, i done told ya take a look up in my eyes
we can get it crackin’ n-gg-, in the streets or in the club
but i put that fire on ya, havin’ bubble in yo blood

[hook: lord infamous] 2x

[verse 3: lord infamous]
i keep a barrel close to make a n-gg- comatose
catch a dose of hot toast post in that red rose
crimson soak, lord loc in that black robe
put my scythe up in my nose, snortin’ on a railroad
bl–dy, bl–dy scarecrow straight from the h-ll below
can’t get on my own show cause i won’t let the drugs go
b-tches gettin’ exposed when i go into low-mode
c-ke in my nose with the de-mo-nic flow
ties hide and i’m movin’ on, on my cocaine run
shouts out to the groupie b-tches with the guap
they give me some, c-m some on they tongue
lick it till you feel it run
just like frito-lay yo they never ever eat just one
bigger to the dirt bag, scallywag, toe tag, body drag
on they last, b-tches tryna catch a blast
lord is ignorant, don’t be a statistic at the title bout
run up in that b-tch and i’m showin’ up and showin’ out

[hook: lord infamous] 2x

[verse 4: t-rock]
look
gorilla pimpin’ make the timid n-gg-s diss and murk
(?) make you sons of b-tches dig yo own ditches
i’m a gladiator, ain’t no other way for me to live it
i ain’t criminate the critics, nail crosses the stitches
when i hit scene, money green, what’s a n-gg- scheme?
(?) like dope on triple beam, f-ck being the king
see me gradually gettin’ making money on a trappin’ spree
i left the n-gg-s on the block, acknowledge who is majesty
f-ckin’ chimney stones, i’m a (?) when it’s on
twin chromes burn, barrel heated full of brimstone
make them grown move, get yo chin blown, drug back
we them n-gg-s poppin’ pistols, y’all be throwin’ love tabs
sasquatch of the trap, ain’t n-body hard as me
artists be tryin’ to top it, it’s no comparison partially
target me; i bust with shit banned from us-armory
market me as the n-gg- murkin’ haters who the son of me



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