| Black-Ty, David Banner, Lil Scrappy
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| Down South what you scared of, NIGGA WHAT!
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| As soon as I walked in the club
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| I start lookin for a girl who suck dick like she made it up
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| I know you out there somewhere
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| Baby don’t keep it to yourself, share (share)
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| To all the freaks let me see ya
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| Drop it like it’s hot and make me a believer
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| I know, there’s a whole lot of freaks in the Dirty Dirty
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| Muh’fuckers gettin high feelin flirty flirty
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| Dem Down South boys be the craziest
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| Dem West Coast boys be scandalous
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| Dem Midwest niggas be dangerous
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| The East Coast boys doin it big (doin it big)
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| When I leave the club I got my Cadillac on twenty-fo's
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| Sittin outside, chrome-plated from the West side
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| To all you bitch-ass haters you ain’t gutter
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| I triple-dare you to cross the line muh’fucker (fucker)
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| You scared, you scared
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| You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| Who scared, who scared
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| Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| You scared, you scared
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| You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| Who scared, who scared
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| Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| (C'mon) You a part-time rapper, full-time fag lover
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| Should I throw up threes, throw a rock, every motherfucker
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| Get naked, lay yo' rich bitch ass on the flo'
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| But you already dropped up but I want some mo'
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| Cash get it out from yo' ass, laugh with a money bag
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| And catch a quick toe tag, ho, ass, nigga!
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| And ain’t no rappers gettin acquitted
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| Shit you scared don’t admit it or catch a slug in yo' fitted
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| Yea hey, hollow-points like cue balls, bank at
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| Off yo' forehead, still watch it run through
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| Man I’m crunk like some white boys sippin Mountain Dew
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| Coppin Viag', I like yo' sister, say no
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| Cause I jump off in a six-fo' and dump on a ho
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| Bitches get down on the flo' and yell «There that nigga go!»
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| And I hunt y’all the truth, I don’t give a fuck about yo' flag
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| I ain’t never gang bang, I just rob you for yo' cash punk, nigga
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| You scared, you scared
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| You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| Who scared, who scared
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| Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| You scared, you scared
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| You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| Who scared, who scared
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| Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| Ay, ay, ay, Scrap, ay (c'mon)
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| Yeah I’m posted in the club, on the Patron
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| I’m in the corner shawty leave me alone (ohh)
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| And the security keep trippin, he gon' get a ass whippin
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| I’ma hit him on up with the chrome
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| Shawty now it’s on, I tried to increase the peace
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| But these hatin ass niggas done release the beast
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| Yeah I’m back (yeah I’m back) couldn’t hail a cab
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| But that don’t mean shawty I won’t whup yo' ass
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| Hang him over my head in a torture rack
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| Make his stomach see the other fuckin side of the bag
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| But I don’t think you want that kind of trouble man
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| And you don’t look like you got a gun in your hand
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| You average, I hit you up across yo' cabbage
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| Take yo' girl with me cause she a bad bitch
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| Scream at me Black-Ty, get it crackin
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| That what happenin — Zone 3
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| You scared, you scared
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| You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| Who scared, who scared
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| Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| You scared, you scared
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| You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| Who scared, who scared
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| Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
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| C’mon — AHHHH! |
| Black-Ty!
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| Lil Scrappy, David Banner, YAHH!
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| Frontline Boyz, makin all that noise!
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| He ain’t playin right, tchh, PAUSE! |