Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scared Straight, artist - Killer Mike. Date of issue: 10.03.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scared Straight |
| Aight… so you niggaz wanna know how a nigga is up in jail… |
| Servin’a 40 to life sentence… |
| For dope that wasn’t even his |
| Just sit back and listen, I’ll tell you |
| It’s a hilarious day boooyyy, and it’s a wild, wild chain of events |
| that get yo ass in hea… |
| (Killer Mike talking) |
| Mama, I don’t wanna sell, birds no more |
| (I got a fuckin’funny story to tell you) |
| They pushed me down and locked me up Put my face on the floor |
| (You rem’ber me and big Paul and my whole crew nigga?) |
| They took my money and my credit card |
| Now I’m poor |
| (Government snitches are amazin…) |
| Mama, I don’t wanna sell, crack no more |
| (Just listen, only take about 3 minutes, just listen) |
| After high school, I gained lots of weight |
| And I ain’t talkin’bout calories put on by steak |
| The recipe I’m cookin’may send me upstate |
| Use bakin’soda, cook the pie, collect cake |
| Now Pillsbury, these niggaz kick down doors |
| Find out what mills bury |
| Shit’s very intense and criti-cal |
| And when we drew pistols shit got piti-ful |
| The first lick was bullshit, a half a brick |
| We robbed the middle man and a bum bitch, the dumb bitch |
| But between me and him and that hoe |
| We walked away with 18 and a bigger score |
| Some nigga named Salvatore from El Salvador |
| Got silver teeth and a scar on his jaw |
| Young Antonio Montana, held up mansion north Atlanta |
| We hit’em hard as doors hammer, yea! |
| (Killer Mike talking) |
| Mama, I don’t wanna sell, birds no more |
| (Okay, I know whachu thinkin', it’s on righ, we on righ, we on) |
| They pushed me down and locked me up Put my face on the floor |
| (Hold up, hold up, hold up, be patient, be patient, listen to the rest |
| listen, listen) |
| They took my money and my credit card |
| Now I’m poor |
| (Man I feel like a asshole just tellin’you this man) |
| Mama, I don’t wanna sell, crack no more |
| (Tell the kid to give me the card, check it out |
| here’s where it gets interestin, follow this shit) |
| ??? |
| the spot had more birds than a pet shop |
| More gunz than a Vietnam vet, we was set |
| Loaded up the work and let’s jet |
| My nigga big Paul loaded up the U-Haul |
| A thousand pounds uncut raw |
| Hold on, whus that I saw in the distance? |
| Did he have a crew offerin assistance? |
| Paul said it’s prolly nuthin', a small animal or somethin' |
| My nerves got to jumpin', I swear I heard somethin' |
| I pointed the 4−5th in the wind and started thumpin' |
| The blue lights is comin', my crew is runnin' |
| Cops is everywhere, they keep comin' |
| All of us sick, and all of us caught, holdin our dick |
| We robbed the niggaz, same day the fuckin FEDs hit |
| We robbed the niggaz, same day the fuckin FEDs hit |
| Me and Salvatore fucked up in the mix |
| That middle man and dumb bitch |
| Them niggaz snitched, GOD DAMN! |
| (Killer Mike talking) |
| Mama, I don’t wanna sell, birds no more |
| (So young man, that’s why the fuck I’m sittin here wearin these pants ???) |
| They pushed me down and locked me up Put my face on the floor |
| (I hear Salvatore got ??? or some shit) |
| They took my money and my credit card |
| Now I’m poor |
| (The bum bitch that snitched, tss… who knows?) |
| Mama I don’t wanna sell, crack no more |
| (Man I shoulda fuckin stayed in job corp |
| stayed my fuckin ass in job corp, doin dumbass shit |
| now I’m fuckin round witchall stupid ass niggaz too |
| ain’t no niggaz in jail but dumb niggaz |
| niggaz ??? |
| fuck that, I was stupid, I’m in jail |
| and most the niggaz in hea with me stupid too… |