Showtime Slim: It's Showtime

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Produced by ATIF
Co Produced by Mr.Buckem
Recorded at The Fame Studio
Mastered by Joe Ramsey
Artwork by Rashidah Mendez of Geek Productions

Contact ATIF at Space579@aol.com

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released 22 September 2009
Showtime Slim: Vocals
Atif and Mr.Buckem: Production
Rashidah Mendez: Album Art
Chase Breedlove appears on "Gunshots" (Thanks!)
M$ Perfect appears on "Whoa Hunny"

An engineer named Taz was supposed to mix my music but he "forgot"

I promised I would give my boy Cas a line in here for music direction(there you go)

Thanks to everyone that supported my effort
Stick around I got more coming.

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Track Name: I Don't Care
I Don’t Care

Verse 1
Off in the booth (Who dat)
Styrofoam cup
Show time, Fa show
That’s me, The man
Yessir, Believe
I am
I do
What I
Want to
It’s okay to cheat if you want to
(Ha!)
Fuck dude
Ain’t worried
Bout dude
Getting wrong with me is something that he better not do
Gives a fuck about dude
Slap the bitch up out dude
Leave em in hospital
Get to clutching my tool
Be done fucked around and shot dude
Like pop em
Drop em
Plug em
Square niggas
Box em
Get em
Got em
Bitch
Nothing up my sleeve but a mother fuckin magic trick
Davie Copperfield, Pull a rabbit out the hat quick
You kids are not in my class with no excused absences
I wonder who these hyena-ass niggas laughing at
Cause I done seen that happen and
That bullshit I ain’t havin that..

I walk, talk, cash, shit!
I walk, like I’m, bad, bitch!
I don’t caaaaare how you feel!
No I really don’t caaaaaare how you feel!
<repeat>

Verse 2

Hey!
What’s happenin
No doubt about it I’m jamming
My vocabulic stamina
Got all these girls panties vanished
The way my rhymes keep on jamming
Knockin these niggas off balance
Step in the ring with me you leaving either fallin or staggering pussy
Pussy cat get all your nine lives tooken
Nine niggas get they nine wives tooken
I been pimpin all night snow white since seven
Hopin these Keys make it up the gate to heaven
Like whoa!
And as the day goes on, and the night time comes
My mind falls in the zone
I stand tall like the Eifel
Hand stuck to my rifle
Praise me like the bible
Bitch I’m badder than Michael


Now Walk, Talk, cash, shit!
I walk, like I’m, bad, bitch!
I don’t caaaaare how you feel!
No I really don’t caaaaaare how you feel!

I walk, talk, cash, shit!
I walk, like I’m, bad, bitch!
I don’t caaaaare how you feel!
No I really don’t caaaaaare how you feel!

Verse 3

There was a man who was hated on
Oooo Hooo Hooo
Sometimes he felt he was made from stone
Oooo Hooo Hooo
He dared anyone to take him on
Oooo Hooo Hooo
You can never knock a king from his throne
Throne..Ha!

I walk, talk, cash, shit!
I walk, like I’m, bad, bitch!
I don’t caaaaare how you feel!
No I really don’t caaaaaare how you feel!
<repeat>
Track Name: Whoa Hunny feat. M$ Perfect
Whoa Hunny

I’m gonna make some money
I’m gonna make some money
I’m gonna make some money
Na na na Na na naaa na
And it goes: whoa hunny hunny whoa hunny whoa!

Lil mama over there, bring it over here
Check out that walk look at those hips
Let me get your number before I dip
And if I don’t call ya then call me a wimp
Naw never me
Lame I’ll never be, never scared to tell a freak
I’m a “G” fuck with me
Let me see what it be
Believe I’ll hit that from behind
Can’t scare me with a damn good time

Wherever there’s hoes
There’s gonna be a party
And I be like damn
Shawty just jockin
Real cute face and a real bangin body
And I be like Damn shawty what’s poppin
She sat on my lap and she felt my wallet
Now she call herself wanna touch my body
But I’m feelin like
Whoa hunny hunny Whoa hunny hunny Whoa
Ain’t bout to let you dig none a my gold

I’m bout to make some money (With who? Shit, I hope you aint talkin bout me)
I’m bout to make some money (You crazy as hell if you really believe that)
I’m bout to make some money
Na na na Na na naaa na
Whoa hunny hunny
Whoa hunny hunny Whoa
I ain’t bout to letcha dig none a my gold

Hey buddy over there
Bring it to me
Shake it like a dog
Hands on ya knees
Oh my god
Girl you sweet
I lick that sweet spot till I get a cavity
I say, baby I’ll kill it like a fuckin casualty
A nigga couldn’t measure up if he was made from half of me
I bust one and keep bussin like a fuckin cavalry
Hey there soldier strap up and battle me
Yeah
I get my dougie on
Pimpin with my tuxie on
We can take this party home and gone get some fuckin on
One more shot of ‘Trone and I’ma do your body wrong
I do your body right, get it right all night

Oh my my my
Damn girl you fine
Ain’t bout to run from you
Ain’t bout to try to hide
Don’t know who the hell put that in your mind
But you can’t scare me with a damn good time


Whenever there’s hoes
There’s gonna be a party
And I be like damn
Shawty just jockin
Real cute face and a real bangin body
And I be like Damn shawty what’s poppin
She sat on my lap and she felt my wallet
Now she call herself wanna touch my body
But I’m feelin like
Whoa hunny hunny Whoa hunny hunny Whoa
Ain’t bout to let you dig none a my gold

I’m bout to make some money (With who? Shit, I hope you aint talkin bout me)
I’m bout to make some money (You crazy as hell if you really believe that)
I’m bout to make some money
Na na na Na na naaa na
Whoa hunny hunny
Whoa hunny hunny whoa
I ain’t bout to letcha dig none a my gold

Oh my my my
Damn girl you fine
Ain’t bout to run from you
Ain’t bout to try to hide
Don’t know who the hell put that in your mind
But you can’t scare me with a damn good time
<Repeat>


I’m gonna make some money
I’m gonna make some money
I’m gonna make some money
Na na na Na na naaa na

I’m bout to make some money…
Track Name: Rock the Show
Rock The Show

<ATIF>
Ladies and Gentlemen …yeah
<SHOWTIME>
I would like to present to y’all
The truth in the booth
The hotness in the street
The future of what we call hip hop
And his name is Showtime
<ATIF>
What you know about that
<SHOWTIME>
Miles ahead of you
Believe it
Let’s go!

I be like see ya, Adios amiga
We so far apart it’s like a mile in between us
Ladies wanna freak us, smile when they see us
Dick like a ruler, I should fuck a teacher
Ladies wanna freak, us smile when they see us
Dick like a ruler, I should fuck a teacher
I'm a dog, I’m a beast and that’s a whole nother creature
Stay fresh to death and you can tell the grim reaper
what I said
These niggas playing hard but so scared
You dudes crack me up like broke eggs
You niggas out here posing for bitches
And can’t see the bigger picture
But like the camera lens nigga I’m focused
I keep it…
I keep it one hundred I’m real as it gets
I play it to the full percentage no missing a cent
The, the, the, the crowd love me like the way that I kick
The positive live responses I get

Hook

I just wanna rock the show
If you just give me a chance then I will show you that I’m the man
That can rock the show
I just wanna rock the show
I just wanna see you dance
I just wanna see you dance

Verse 2

Gotta wake em up, make they bodies rock
Make the neighbors, wanna call the cops
And when the cops knock, Sorry officer
I’m tryna get this bitch crunker than a black church
All black shirt, Ed Hardy jeans
Bvlgari tees, damn shawty clean
Damn shawty bad, shawty kickin ass
Shawty I’m the man, just ask your woman
This the type of music that you bump
In the club to make them do what they usually don’t
Damn boo you lookin good in them Gucci pumps
I ain’t thinking bout nothing just you and that rump
The way you movin that rump got a nigga like, AAAY!
I want a encore right here in my face
We want a encore so- hey DJ
Let it spin once more, can I get a replay

Hook

I just wanna rock the show
If you just give me a chance then I will show you that I’m the man
That can rock the show
I just wanna rock the show
I just wanna see you dance
I just wanna see you dance
Track Name: That's Life
That’s Life

Let’s get em!

Usually I’m silly then a motherfucker
But right now I’m bout to be serious with you
You know what I’m sayin?

First the shots got fired then the crowd started runnin
And the cops started coming
but lil shawty with the onion
Of the rock in his sock fled the block
It was either leave the scene or forever be locked
Up
And that wouldn’t be clever
Never been able to leave a place where the situation never gets better
My nigga Tone four letter
Hit the wrong bitch now he gone forever
Caught with that four letter pack
A –I –D –S
To be more exact
And see more rats are seen in the trap
So I just stack my cheese smoke weed and relax
And these niggas stabbin knives in my back
But I don’t need no friends I rely on my strap
And If I wake up and die in the trap
I will still love my block cause the hood’s where its at
Track Name: Gunshots feat. Chase Breedlove
Gunshots Featuring Chase Breedlove

Intro

Tell you the truth man? I never thought I’d make it to see twenty one
You know? But shit, I’m here.
What I don’t understand is, why the fuck a nigga that don’t know me wanna take my life?
Nigga, I never heard of you… but you wanna kill me?
You can’t be serious man, I just try to be the best nigga out here man
I’m trying to stay on my grind, stay on my motherfuckin hustle
Niggas hate that, niggas cant stand to see another nigga doing good
That’s real talk lets go..

Hook

What’s that?! Shots in my window,
I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead
Reachin for the strap every time the wind blow
I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead

Verse1

Another day another death
Who will be the next one to take they last breath
What will be the next toy I bring off the shelf
Who will be the next dirty muthafucka to get swept off his feet
Listen up I got a riddle
What if you had to defend yourself against a nigga
What if you had to hit ‘em with an illegal pistol and you kill him?
Who would be the suspect, who would be the victim?
I don’t know, but that’s something for you to think about
Before you run up on a nigga with your banger out
And a nigga shoot you before you shoot him
You got wet and you couldn’t swim
Damn

Hook

What’s that?! Shots in my window,
I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead
Reachin for the strap every time the wind blow
I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead

Verse2

I load up in soldier gear
I’m solar and colder than polar bears
-However
I’m all about my cheddar
I’m all about whatever
I’m never ever scared
Two bald head eagles in my right and my left
Niggas wanna take my life, ask me why I don’t care
If you want beef it ain’t a thing with me
I’ll let that thing fly like it came with wings
And that’s real
Real talk it ain’t a game on these streets
Bullets chew your ass up like they came with teeth
And that’s some food for though that was taught by me
All game should be bought from me
And that’s real

Hook

What’s that?! Shots in my window,
I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead
Reachin for the strap every time the wind blow
I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead

Bridge

As far as I can see
Nobody’s gonna ride for me
But I will never stop I will let that thing pop
Before I let ‘em take my life from me
As far as I can see
Every body got it out for me
But anyhow any way I will carry that weight
Before I let it fall down on me

Verse 3

Woke up this morning
Thought that I was dead
Paused for a second
It was all in my head
I though I felt something hot fall in my head
Looked down and all I saw, was red
Like damn, I’m hit

Hook

What’s that?! Shots in my window,
I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead
Reachin for the strap every time the wind blow
I think somebody wants me dead, want me dead