Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beat Down, artist - "Mista Dj PaulAlbum song Club Memphis - Underground Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.08.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smoked Out
Song language: English
Beat Down |
I got some brass knuckles for the bitch who try to fuck with me |
Got a steel tote for the nigga who try to duck me |
Walls stained with brains from the bitch that owe me |
Say she got some static, slip and get that tag on the toe see |
Ain’t the type of motherfucker that get real filled with that anna |
I’m the type of motherfucker that’ll fill you full of that ammo |
These suckers be claimin they servin, they sprayin, them bitches I blow out |
they candle |
I handle the shit like that, Scarecrow ain’t for no ho games |
For the ones that didn’t know, Scarecrow brain kinda strange |
Aim my pistol strike you dead on the nostril |
Bitch don’t test the Scarecrow cuz the Scarecrow kinda hostile |
Sock yo ass with a buckshot in yo wind pipe |
What the fuck is a fair fight, Scarecrow tryin to take yo life |
Stomp you in yo face til there’s no light and no sound |
Look at you now, just another punk beat down |
I’m aiming for your face, so that’s where the bullets will go |
Niggas be talkin that shit on these tapes |
But they don’t do it in the streets |
So I hang with my rap crew, named the Serial Killaz |
And do, all my dirt with the Backyard my real niziggas |
Cuz when somethin goes down the whole crew gotta clown |
Shoot one you gotta shoot 'em all |
And still you gotta leave town |
Cuz the Killaz don’t play, in the nina tre |
Listen to the words I say |
Bring it on nigga bring it on nigga this way |
And watch that shit you be talkin on beat put to an entry |
Bring yourself, your family, and your groupie friends that be |
Talkin on yo tape and sayin you got some anamosity |
But you can’t tell cuz in the streets you never say nothin to me |
We thicker than concrete that’s why we be runnin clowns |
Different hoods come together that’ll beat all of you down |
And Backyard niggas love to clown on tricks like you |
That’s why you get beat down |
Cruisin' through the Downtown blocks, Red Bull in my lap |
Paul staring, I’m loading the gats |
I’m ready to spit some fuckin cap, now |
I heard them bitch ass niggas been talkin all that shit again |
Fuck all that mixtape dissin', fina put them bustas to their end |
They don’t know Scarecrow is on the real-zeal |
Paul lets hit them faggot motherfuckers up Im ready |
Lets stop at the store, let me get some beer and papers |
Lets get tore up on this crop before we give these niggas the favor |
I pass the brew to the back, then Napoleon grabs it |
Him and Lil Buck in the back, they loadin automatics |
Thinkin about they summer mix, gettin pissed off what they said |
Damn now I really wanna cut them bitches heads |
They dead, I see them bitches y’all, yo lets get 'em Paul |
Pull down your mask and make sure you get 'em all |
This ain’t no bullshit, take you motherfuckers down |
Duck ya head, watch yo back bitch, or ka-pow |