Show Shot Songtext

von 2Pac

-Show shot-

[Big Daddy Kane]

Watch me... ain't no question,
I'm stuck up in a mad case of lyrical congestion,
Not the one protestin'...
Come mesh with the one in yo chest splinder,
Not because of cardiact, but because of heart-iact...
I'm reconized as the microphone distroyer,
Competition minds up in the state of paranoia...
I call 'em and then escape and get yo drolls out tomorrow,
You probably send 20 rackets, never with glock problems...
Yo gimmick is ...

[2Pac]

Ask me to blast, no need to ask cause I'm mashing,
Peepin' the latest fashion, copy-cats of plastics, get me the flashes...
My adversaries shook in caskets,
Murdered them bastards,
Witness them pass, got bombastic...
Now that they free me, no one can see me,
I'm completely eradicated my competition, father forgive me...
Asemble the troops, prepare my loots for combustion,
Rushing them muthafuckas, the deadliest nigga bust...
How can they touch me when they lost in thought,
On Death Row we lock shit down across the border...
Now flash and watch me get in that ass like a bekiny,
Lyricly legendary so niggas will never see me completely defeated...
It never happen weather rappin' is grappin' niggas get smashed on they muthafuckin' back...
Hard to kill, and even harder to stop, watch Kane and Pac drop the Show Shot, tell them muthafuckas...