Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scared Now, artist - The Game. Album song Jesus Piece, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGC, Interscope
Song language: English
Scared Now |
| Who the fuck scared now? |
| Look who the fuck fed now |
| Had to hit him with the shotty nigga |
| Another dead fucking body nigga |
| Gansters, this is how we roll |
| Jesus Piece, and it’s out of gold |
| Versace polo and a pound of dro |
| Hop in that Ghost, and it’s adios |
| Who the fuck scared now? |
| Who the fuck scared now? |
| Chased that nigga down, put him on worldstar |
| Bitch nigga got away, in his girl’s car |
| Put that pussy on the net like a pornstar |
| Another weenie with bread, he a corndog |
| Put 3 holes in his head, like a bowling ball |
| I’m out the gutter switching lanes in a stolen car |
| Fuck the feds, cause a nigga got a murder charge |
| Fuck it though, got the cover of the murder dog |
| I dress up like the pizza man, load the desert eagle and |
| I don’t just hit ya team, I wet the whole bleachers, damn |
| Specialize in the murder game |
| Documentary shit, back to Hurricane |
| Now tell a nigga |
| I’m the most feared rap nigga |
| Like a Just Blaze beat, I’ll clap niggas |
| This ain’t a Just Blaze beat, this ain’t wrapped nigga |
| Voletta Wallace lost her son to a gat nigga |
| What if I told y’all I know who killed Biggie dog? |
| I ain’t no snitch but if I did it ain’t no biggie dog |
| Cause that’s Biggie dog |
| All that’s coming out the mouth of the nigga you used to know as being 50's dog |
| But I got tired of being 50's dog |
| Had to break my chain and cut that nigga 50 off |
| Whole team celebrating, label on my dick hard |
| Interscope asking «would I take 50's call» |
| Hello? |
| Put up 10 mill for a real nigga |
| Drop this joint album and we’ll kill niggas |
| All these niggas claiming they OG, my young boys will murder them |
| Cold shooters, that 16, and they ain’t ever even heard of them |
| I slide through, I get a bird of them |
| And they drive through, and they serving them |
| These niggas talking that beef shit, I put bread on it, no burger bun |
| We walk up in this bitch like «what?» |
| Rollie on my wrist lights up |
| Told these niggas «can't do it like us» |
| Ciroc boy, and I do it like Puff |
| With 100 bottles, 100 models |
| No twitter, we come to follow |
| Straight shots and no Moscato |
| I fuck them hoes, don’t give a fuck bout em |
| Now tell me who’s scared now? |
| Shots fired, man down |
| Dead bodies get found |
| That chopper clip spits rounds |
| And real niggas get murdered |
| Top dogs get it first |
| He came to me in that Benz |
| And he left from here in a hearse |
| Woah! |