Show Up lyrics

by

Chamillionaire


[Hook: Lord Infamous] 2x
First we gonna show up then we gonna show out
Are we gonna turn this b*tch out? n*gga no doubt
b*tch we gonna show up then we gonna show out
n*gga 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*ggas loud talkin', stuntin' like a champ
When I step out on the scene b*tch n*ggas break cap
See you suffer from a weakness and yo body like a (?)
Gotta beat yo ass (?) 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*gga, 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*gga 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
Bloody, Bloody Scarecrow straight from the hell 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
Coke 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*ggas 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*gga 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*ggas 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*ggas poppin' pistols, y'all be throwin' love tabs
Sasquatch of the trap, ain't nobody hard as me
Artists be tryin' to top it, it's no comparison partially
Target me; I bust with sh*t banned from US-armory
Market me as the n*gga murkin' haters who the son of me
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