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