Three Six Mafia, you scared 2003 six is goin down
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[Intro]
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You scared hoe
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what what what
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You scared hoe
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what what what
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You scared hoe
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what what what
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Kickin in the door I make
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them bitches hit the floor
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for keys
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(rpt 2x)
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[Verse 1]
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Bust in with that 45 make them bitches back it up
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Catch them ridin on them thangs make them bitches jack it up
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Here they got that pot it man make them bitches bag it up
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Finally got that money man make them bitches sag it up
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Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up
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Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up
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Means I bees the first up on the block i guess to rack it up
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Pocket full of stones oh boy i gotta track it up
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Fuckin wit you snitches man don't make me wanna hang it up
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But lookin at a empty plate dont' make me wanna keep it up
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Any nigga with that work gon make me wanna kreep it up
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Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough
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Wishin I could rob me a bank but i ain't theif enough
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I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga chart they sleep enough
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That is bout the time i get my back then i need it up
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Time to find another boy time i gettin a rita
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[Chorus]
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I think i got them scared
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I think that they scared of me
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I think you bitch you scared
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I think that they scared of me
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I think i got them scared
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I think that they scared of me
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Kickin in the door I make them
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bitches hit the floor for keys
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(rpt 2x)
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[Verse 2]
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Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots
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Sayin that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
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Hope you know these north memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
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Stand infront of your house im bout to buck you cowards on the spot
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Heard you talkin loud at the tuff i guess to gang your pops
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Man this ain't no radio station boy quit tryin to pump your watch
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Police yellow tape somebody blood they wipin wit a mop
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What a witness saw when we here roll on down your corner block
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The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off
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Pass me the gun i take the handle then saw it off
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Bust in the bank and make you faint before i knock it off
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Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law
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I see them fuzz i see we won cause i won it all
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So fucken scared you talkin gahos want it oh want it oh
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But we don't care we like em dallas standin ten feet tall
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Buckin you blastin you watch you splatter on the fucken wall
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(rpt chorus)
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[Verse 3]
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Creepin carefully through the street because it very real in the field
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Ain't no love for pity ain't nobody cut you no deal
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Everyone i know they do whatever just to get a meal
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Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal
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Careful of the company you keep everyone a treal
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Cause when robbas mobbas double jaw just to bust appeal
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You got hustlas dealas bankin every town every field
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Guess what i don't hang around the brothas so so mass a gil
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Crunchy Black in this bitch im bout to bring the pain
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Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand
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Mess with me then your messin with the grownest man
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Where im from from the slum niggas shootin a thang
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On the run now you see me in the papers man
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They was tryin to stop a nigga from doin his thang
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Cant ya mug is the song that im singin man
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Hypnotize got me gold diggin for the chain
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You Scared, Pt. 2
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| Three 6 Mafia |
