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Gangsta Blac - Scared of Me lyrics
Hook (2x): I, I, I think they scared of me [call the police...] I, I, I think they scared of me [call the police...] I think they scared of me [call the police...] [Call the police and tell them watch your back] I think they scared of me [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Shit walkin' through some razor blades, JB help me find my way Taylor B done slipped and made a poet wid a babyface Mastermind wid plenty game, shattered wid no sinners man Campin' lyrical out the deal just waitin' on some money man Screeler check my afterburn, shit I just had an ooze Made a quick maneuvre to enchance the dance I'm used to do Split up all your fuckin' word, cut dem from all in your back Platinum on my stat and trimmin' joanin' diamonds Gangsta Blac K-C-D we're P-A-D, K-C I think it's over wit Three Six grinnin' tap it up an artifact of rockin' shit Hate this shit, slap this bitch, dis the bitch just like it is 'Quipped wid gamers think they doin' favours tryna knock a nig In this for a meal ticket, ain't no time I gotta kick it But when this is over and I smile you cannot get about, Whoopin' lookin' thuggin' muggin' trillin' will, Blast and blastin', if you scared, Call the police and tell them watch your back Hook (2x) [Verse 2] I keep my lyrics clocked on safety down to punish niggas daily Down to get off in your shit, bumpin' real hard like dicks ?How been it? can't fuck wit me, playa a capital P Light that ass man where's the fire, dangerous wid M-I-C Technical diffi-culty, bump me out nigga no please Pass me some ah that green weed, I show you how buck I be, I am the bitch made nigga killa, I can't stop til I make screeler nigga, go fuck around nigga, Cut up sideways deal wid my way nigga rock the town Stand my ground, romp around, nigga get 'em down, Easily, we'll agree muh'fuckin' what they said Bloody red from your head, yeh I think they scared Nigga you scared cause when I blast your whole team fled Me and my niggas and glocks gon' leave your body soakin' wet, Kick, in, the, door, wit the 4-4, Terrified when I creep, from, the back hoe [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] Kickin' down doors, peelin' wood up out the floor Doin' shows and fuckin' hoes, Taylor Babies and some Mo Father figure for a nigga daddy had to lay them low Clearly pushin' information like they hatin' on that joan Mentally I say disturb, troubled brain in this man I ain't out to please, nah motherfucka in this game Just a fact and not a act, fuck wit claimin' but do you, Do the same chain gang, know my name, through and through Mr.Blac, on a mission takin' time, droppin' rhyme Thumpin' bumpin' backroom jumpin' sumthin' sumthin' for your mind No Versace straight up thug, no Cristal, drink a bub Like tonight maybe the mic gon' hype and place 'em where they were Dreamin' schemin' life ain't right, every word done miss a beat Pen and papers once I got them halloweens and trick or treats Nigga uhh, nigga what, give a fuck, on tv, Gimme one, for some terror motherfucker he wid me Hook (til fade with different scratches and variations) |
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