| I got some brass knuckles for the bitch who try to fuck with me
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| Got a steel tote for the nigga who try to duck me
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| Walls stained with brains from the bitch that owe me
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| Say she got some static, slip and get that tag on the toe see
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| Ain’t the type of motherfucker that get real filled with that anna
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| I’m the type of motherfucker that’ll fill you full of that ammo
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| These suckers be claimin they servin, they sprayin, them bitches I blow out
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| they candle
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| I handle the shit like that, Scarecrow ain’t for no ho games
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| For the ones that didn’t know, Scarecrow brain kinda strange
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| Aim my pistol strike you dead on the nostril
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| Bitch don’t test the Scarecrow cuz the Scarecrow kinda hostile
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| Sock yo ass with a buckshot in yo wind pipe
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| What the fuck is a fair fight, Scarecrow tryin to take yo life
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| Stomp you in yo face til there’s no light and no sound
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| Look at you now, just another punk beat down
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| I’m aiming for your face, so that’s where the bullets will go
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| Niggas be talkin that shit on these tapes
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| But they don’t do it in the streets
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| So I hang with my rap crew, named the Serial Killaz
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| And do, all my dirt with the Backyard my real niziggas
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| Cuz when somethin goes down the whole crew gotta clown
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| Shoot one you gotta shoot 'em all
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| And still you gotta leave town
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| Cuz the Killaz don’t play, in the nina tre
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| Listen to the words I say
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| Bring it on nigga bring it on nigga this way
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| And watch that shit you be talkin on beat put to an entry
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| Bring yourself, your family, and your groupie friends that be
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| Talkin on yo tape and sayin you got some anamosity
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| But you can’t tell cuz in the streets you never say nothin to me
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| We thicker than concrete that’s why we be runnin clowns
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| Different hoods come together that’ll beat all of you down
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| And Backyard niggas love to clown on tricks like you
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| That’s why you get beat down
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| Cruisin' through the Downtown blocks, Red Bull in my lap
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| Paul staring, I’m loading the gats
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| I’m ready to spit some fuckin cap, now
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| I heard them bitch ass niggas been talkin all that shit again
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| Fuck all that mixtape dissin', fina put them bustas to their end
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| They don’t know Scarecrow is on the real-zeal
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| Paul lets hit them faggot motherfuckers up Im ready
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| Lets stop at the store, let me get some beer and papers
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| Lets get tore up on this crop before we give these niggas the favor
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| I pass the brew to the back, then Napoleon grabs it
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| Him and Lil Buck in the back, they loadin automatics
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| Thinkin about they summer mix, gettin pissed off what they said
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| Damn now I really wanna cut them bitches heads
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| They dead, I see them bitches y’all, yo lets get 'em Paul
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| Pull down your mask and make sure you get 'em all
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| This ain’t no bullshit, take you motherfuckers down
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| Duck ya head, watch yo back bitch, or ka-pow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beat Down , by - "Mista Dj PaulSong from the album Club Memphis - Underground Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп