Eminem - The Show Down Lyrics
The Wild.. GothamThe Wild.. West {*BANG BANG, BANG*}Ha ha, riiiiide..[Dr. Dre]All you see is the sun, reflectin off of the gunI'm ready for the showdown, that go down at oneSweat on my brow, let's settle it nowI'ma show you how real cowboys get downI'm polishin gold, waitin for this drama to unfoldI got a {blunt} rolledFeelin bold, gangsters blood runs coldIt's time to reload this old .45 coltThe wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dustyBust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rustyIt's passed noon, he should be here soonSip a little moonshine inside a saloonAll of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofsSounds like a thousand wolvesI ***** back, put the toast in the holster and frozeI pose like a poster, he's closer than closeI hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fight's dirtybut I'ma put thirty inside him and leave earlyAnd just when I went to fill him with hot leadI put the gun to his head, and this is what he said[Eminem]You never met me, and you'll probably never see me againbut I know you - the name's Slim - you want revenge?Then don't shoot, I'm in the same boots as youI'm tellin the truth, I got a price on my head too, cause when you..Chorus: {unknown singer}You ride like a cowboy toward the sunAnd life ain't fun, when you're on the runGot your gold and you got your gunBut life as an outlaw just begunGot your shotgun by your sideGot your horse and you got your prideYou ride til there ain't no place to hideIt's sad cause the bad guys always die[Dr. Dre] + (Eminem)He was "Shady," I seen by the look on his faceHe said take ten paces {shit} I took eightSpun around and I aimed straight for the brainMy {shit} went bang but it only fired a blank, he said(You need bullets, hurry up run!) {*imitating Slick Rick*}I put a clip in the gun, and pointed at his lungsWe both drew at the same time and stood stunned(Go ahead, shoot me, but I'm not the one you want)I figured he was tellin the truth, that's why I didn't shootSo what we gon' do, it's on you(Do you recall when you and Snoop was a group?)The Chronic!(Well all we gotta do is find a map to part two)(And plus I know who's got it)Who?(Some old dude, he's got 26 plaques and he already sold two)Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battleHid two pieces of gold inside of my saddleWe rolled two miles until we hit the spotAn old ghost town that everybody forgotA place where they used to smoke chronic a lotSlim grabbed the shotgun (Dre here's the plot)(Eminem)This is the spot, they call him Doc LovelessHe's goin around sayin he took the game from us[Let's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'll never see it comin]But he ain't got no legs, they cut 'em off at the stomachHe's got mechanical legs, he spins websPlus he's well respected by the hip-hop headsOur mission - is to get him to stop layin eggsAnd we can put him on his back down a flight of steps[Dr. Dre]I drew two guns, spun them on my fingersKicked the swingin doors in, started gun slingingI could hear somebody singin - it sounded like a "G Thang,"and a verse from "Keep Their Heads Ringin"I said "It's Dre's Day," and started to sprayAgainst 1800, he pulls a AKHollow tips started flyin every which way(Eminem)That's when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gaugeI fired the first shot, spun his body aroundHe hit the ground and landed upside downDre grabbed the map, the plaques and the goldI grabbed two girlies and a {blunt} that's rolledChorus 2XAlways die..The Wild.. GothamThe Wild.. West {*BANG BANG, BANG*}Ha ha, riiiiide
