Showbiz]

Once again back again with my friends

Diamond's beats are fat just like a Benz

Andre the Giant is great but I should also mention

Lord Finesse he's the Funky Technician

I'm on my way to the studio it's the only way that I know

How to play down low

Punching keys like Rocky Balboa

Saying rest in peace to Tshaka Figeoroa

Some got to grow up before they blow up

And did you ever know a young brother who had shit sewed up?

Rented some BM's some Volvos, some Benz

So much jewls I had to pass shit down to my friends

But when down and out and pockets are low

See how fast friends go when there's no cash flow

So I head for the top, times are hard

Pushing moms, no pops, I had to get my own props

I can wild out, but instead

I just keep to myself and Showbiz just hold his head



Wally World (Just hold ya head)

True Dog (Just hold ya head)

Kerry Dope (Just hold ya head)

My cousin Chris (Just hold ya head)



[A.G.]

Hold ya head, that's what Showbiz said

In memory of Koto Harris, the eulogy read:

Another friend was laid to rest

This world is just chaos, confusion, and a big mess

But we got to keep striving

To leave town, never stay down but keep rising

>From the ghetto, not always ghetto minded

Some is striving, the finish line they never find it

All of the sudden they life stops

>From black on black to harassed by white cops

Some went into jail to do time

They take away your time, your freedom, and your state of mind

So pay attention, these are facts, black

Take it from the Giant cause I've been there and back

This is advice so take it

Stay strong on your path, and you will make it

I'm not trying to tell you what to do

Just hold ya head, and everything else will follow through



To Tyrell (Just hold ya head)

To Cool K (Just hold ya head)

My brother Kel (Just hold ya head)

Big Todd (Just hold ya head)



[Showbiz]

Green light, that's go or should I stop?

I'm not trying to get bagged by any narc cops

What are you, on dope, or is this a joke?

Is this the day you pull me over, searching for cracks and coke?

What's the problem, you know I'm sober

If you drove a fucking Nova you wouldn't have to pull over

You're making me late, my papers is straight

Never hesitate to run a check and then let me skate

Take my business card, it's in my left hand

You got the right motherfucker but the wrong goddamn plan

So pass me by, or you wonder why

Niggas pull out their glock and point it right between your eye

But I got my shit together, I never flip with the weather

And I always think clever

I think positive and legit

I gotta give big shouts to my peeps Kendu and Infinite

Brothers stare into my face like I'm a sucker

It's too easy to kill another young motherfucker

So I ignore it, I turn the other cheek

Yo Show, you ain't got any time for these niggas, these boys is weak

Some punks want to spit razors shit for rocks

Packing a glock, and I don't shoot blanks

Young boys that thought they was ready, step to this

They made wrong moves because that ass got rocksteady

Down the line, far from kind

Whip in behind, and still packing nothing but a nine

Back on the block, or out on the streets

I recoup a Dre's scheme real neat to make ends meet

But I can't live trife, shot stabbed with a knife

I want kids and a wife, not 25 to life

Negative thoughts are dead

Showbiz is the man that always hold his motherfucking head



To my man Tone (Just hold ya head)

To Mad Mark (Just hold ya head)

To Carmello (Just hold ya head)

To Big Jordan (Just hold ya head)



[Showbiz]

Yeah, even though we can say rest in peace to the brothers that ain't here,

it's just never going to bring you back. So we got to love the ones that

we're close to now. And I say, and I say, and we out. A.G., my man.



[A.G.]

I'd like to say what's up to my man Icewater, my man D-Smooth, my brother Cali

Dog, just to everybody man, just hold ya motherfucking head.



[Showbiz]

Word, cause we've been there, and we in here. Out, and we out