Silence of the Lambs

Lyrics

[Intro: Showbiz & Freddie Foxxx] Yeah! This is Show-B-I-Z, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm chillin' with my main man Freddie Foxxx In the House of motherfuckin' Pain, know what I'm sayin'? We gotta get somethin' off our chest, word up! Yeah! Check this out! It's a war goin' on! And we gonna see who the real live niggas is on the front line! I've got a Glock named Lucien with 2 twin clips I'mma see how many sucka motherfuckers can stand the pain, baby! That's right! Freddie F-O-X-X-X And I'mma step to every motherfucker And I'mma put your gangsta shit to the test Let's see if you can pass, baby! Yeah! Peace to my men Showbiz and A.G.! I'm out! Word up! Yeah! It's time to silence the lambs Let niggas know what time it is On the real tip, know what I'm sayin'? Showbiz & A.G Killin' all the garbage that's goin' around, know what I'm sayin'? A.G. still got it goin' on Showbiz got it goin' on And we gonna kick a little flavor like this 1992, now silence the lambs [Verse 1: A.G.] Now, this goes for those who thought I fell But it's more to tell, 'cause them suckers are sorta jeal' 'Cause the Giant finally got his props We can box, rhyme for knots or see who got the biggest Glocks It don't matter 'cause I can withstand I got no hair on my chest, but I'm still the motherfuckin' man! I won't fall and I never fell Bustin' and crushin' tall, all of y'all will take a fuckin' L You think you're able to win? Huh! You better chill 'cause you never will, you ain't and you never been You can't faze me, so sit and praise me When I'm finished slayin', y'all be sayin', "That nigga's crazy!" That's how I like it — yeah, they fear me Their face is scary, they know I'm comin' but they can't hear me I'm crushin' motherfuckers that's comin' up The champ is me, see, it ain't no runner-ups I'm catchin' wreck 'cause I'm gettin' vexed You can forget it if you think you're gonna get it and rip it next Yeah, whatever's clever Huh! And like Heatwave, I'm slayin' niggas always and forever Lettin' you know that I'm still the man And killin' all the riffraff in the silence of the lambs [Hook: Showbiz] Showbiz, and I silence the lambs To my partner A.G. — silence the lambs To my man Lord Finesse — silence the lambs To my peeps Gang Starr — silence the lambs To Nice & Smooth — silence the lambs To my peeps Black Sheep — silence the lambs To my man Chi-Ali — silence the lambs To my man Jazzy Jay — silence the lambs To my partner Diamond D — silence the lambs To my man Fat Joe — silence the lambs [Verse 2: A.G.] Now, who's steppin' first? 'Cause it's time for the second verse You wanna withdraw? Well, don't stall 'cause it's gettin' worse I gotta show off my stuff (Why's that?) If it's a 40, I'll take a sip — a blunt? Then I'll take a puff I'm undisputed even when I'm buddha-ed So act like Bo Jackson after surgery, and don't do it! Yappin'? Diss A.G.? It won't happen While your jaws are jappin', it's your girl that I'm tappin' Then she'll bust a nut — guess what? Now I'm flowin' You try and act wild, I'll pull ya foul 'cause your style is stolen My crew said to catch wreck Well, tell me why you wanna flex showin', knowin' that I'm goin' next? Is it because I'm your idol, right? Plus, I'm hittin' harder than a champ in a heavyweight title fight You tried to quote some shit I wrote You try to play me like a kid, I'll shove a doll down your fuckin' throat You see me comin', start duckin' down When I speak, you don't speak, so shhhh! Don't make a fuckin' sound! You wanna go through Hell? Well, you thought I fell, so come on and take a fuckin' L [Verse 3: Showbiz] Rappers caught jeal' when I jumped on the scene They said I was a rookie, and my name was Charlie Sheen Some talked about my concert, said that I was wack And 20% of beats was in my house in stacks and stacks If I was blind, I might break like a referee So the next man can't see round two or three It takes round one to get the job done A lesson and a blessin' — it's great to be Show, son I don't talk tough, I'm not a tough guy I'd rather buy a bean pie from a guy with a bow tie Peace to F.O.I. 'cause they got the skills To make brothers who act ill.. chill! Wall-to-wall on the dance floor I want to see your arms up even if you ain't sure Before I kick styles that's legit (What you gotta do?) You gotta cover the mic with tissue 'cause I talk much shit I leave girls with a smile and fellas real stunned I make hard rocks split away, forget those young guns Here's a new rap list blowin' rappers out the anus If you weak and grab the mic, I'll make you famous So don't flip or I'll hush you like a kid in a crib Damn! It's time to silence the lambs [Outro] Big L — gotta silence the lambs To my man D'Shawn — gotta silence the lambs To Naughty By Nature — silence the lambs A Tribe Called Quest — gotta silence the lambs To the Zulu Nation — silence the lambs To my man Kid Capri — gotta silence the lambs To the crew Main Source — silence the lambs To BDP — gotta silence the lambs To the brother Freddie Foxxx — silence the lambs Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth — silence the lambs Afrika Bambaataa — gotta silence the lambs And.. X-Clan — gotta silence the lambs