Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scared of Me , by - Gangsta Blac. Release date: 03.01.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scared of Me |
| I, I, I think they scared of me |
| I, I, I think they scared of me |
| I think they scared of me |
| I think they scared of me 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) |
| 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 |
| 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) |