[Intro]
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Black-Ty, David Banner, Lil Scrappy
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Down South what you scared of, NIGGA WHAT!!
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[Black-Ty]
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As soon as I walked in the club
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I start lookin for a girl who suck dick like she made it up
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I know you out there somewhere
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Baby don't keep it to yourself, share
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To all the freaks let me see ya
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Drop it like it's hot and make me a believer
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I know, there's a whole lot of freaks in the Dirty Dirty
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Muh'fuckers gettin high feelin flirty flirty
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Dem Down South boys be the craziest
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Dem West Coast boys be scandalous
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Dem Midwest niggaz be dangerous
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The East Coast boys doin it big
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When I leave the club I got my Cadillac on 24's
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Sittin outside, chrome-plated from the West side
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To all you bitch-ass haters you ain't gutter
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I triple-dare you to cross the line muh'fucker
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[Chorus]
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You scared, you scared
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You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
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Who scared, who scared
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Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
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You scared, you scared
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You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
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Who scared, who scared
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Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
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[David Banner]
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(C'mon) You a part-time rapper, full-time fag lover
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Should I throw up threes, throw a rock, every motherfucker
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get naked, lay yo' rich bitch ass on the flo'
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But you already dropped up but I want some mo'
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Cash get it out from yo' ass, laugh with a money bag
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And catch a quick toe tag, ho, ass, nigga!
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And ain't no rappers gettin acquitted
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Shit you scared don't admit it or catch a slug in yo' fitted
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Yea hey, hollow-points like cue balls, bank at
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Off yo' forehead, still watch it run through
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Man I'm crunk like some white boys sippin Mountain Dew
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Coppin Viag', I like yo' sister, say no
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Cause I jump off in a six-fo' and dump on a ho
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Bitches get down on the flo' and yell "There that nigga go!"
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And I hunt y'all the truth, I don't give a fuck about yo' flag
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I ain't never gang bang, I just rob you for yo' cash punk, nigga
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[Chorus]
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You scared, you scared
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You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
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Who scared, who scared
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Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
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[Lil Scrappy]
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Ay, ay, ay, Scrap, ay (c'mon)
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Yeah I'm posted in the club, on the Patron
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I'm in the corner shawty leave me alone (ohh)
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And the security keep trippin, he gon' get a ass whippin
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I'ma hit him on up with the chrome
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Shawty now it's on, I tried to increase the peace
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But these hatin ass niggaz done release the beast
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Yeah I'm back (yeah I'm back) couldn't hail a cab
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But that don't mean shawty I won't whup yo' ass
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Hang him over my head in a torture rack
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Make his stomach see the other fuckin side of the bag
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But I don't think you want that kind of trouble man
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And you don't look like you got a gun in your hand
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You average, I hit you up across yo' cabbage
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Take yo' girl with me cause she a bad bitch
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Scream at me Black-Ty, get it crackin
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That what happenin - Zone 3
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[Chorus]
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You scared, you scared
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You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
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Who scared, who scared
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Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
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[Outro]
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C'mon - AHHHH! Black-Ty!
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Lil Scrappy, David Banner, YEAH!
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Frontline Boyz, makin all that noise!
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He ain't playin right
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U Scared
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| Tyrese |
