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gangsta blac - scared of me lyrics

hook (2x):
i, i, i think they scared of me [call the police…]
i, i, i think they scared of me [call the police…]
i think they scared of me [call the police…]
[call the police and tell them watch your back]
i think they scared of me

[verse 1: gangsta blac]
sh-t walkin’ through some razor blades, jb help me find my way
taylor b done slipped and made a poet wid a babyface
mastermind wid plenty game, shattered wid no sinners man
campin’ lyrical out the deal just waitin’ on some money man
screeler check my afterburn, sh-t i just had an ooze
made a quick maneuvre to enchance the dance i’m used to do
split up all your f-ckin’ word, cut dem from all in your back
platinum on my stat and trimmin’ joanin’ diamonds gangsta blac
k-c-d we’re p-a-d, k-c i think it’s over wit
three six grinnin’ tap it up an artifact of rockin’ sh-t
hate this sh-t, slap this b-tch, dis the b-tch just like it is
‘quipped wid gamers think they doin’ favours tryna knock a nig
in this for a meal ticket, ain’t no time i gotta kick it
but when this is over and i smile you cannot get about,
whoopin’ lookin’ thuggin’ muggin’ trillin’ will,
blast and blastin’, if you scared,
call the police and tell them watch your back

hook (2x)

[verse 2]
i keep my lyrics clocked on safety down to punish n-gg-s daily
down to get off in your sh-t, b-mpin’ real hard like d-cks
?how been it? can’t f-ck wit me, playa a capital p
light that -ss man where’s the fire, dangerous wid m-i-c
technical diffi-culty, b-mp me out n-gg- no please
p-ss me some ah that green weed, i show you how buck i be,
i am the b-tch made n-gg- killa,
i can’t stop til i make screeler n-gg-, go f-ck around n-gg-,
cut up sideways deal wid my way n-gg- rock the town
stand my ground, romp around, n-gg- get ’em down,
easily, we’ll agree muh’f-ckin’ what they said
bl–dy red from your head, yeh i think they scared
n-gg- you scared cause when i blast your whole team fled
me and my n-gg-s and glocks gon’ leave your body soakin’ wet,
kick, in, the, door, wit the 4-4,
terrified when i creep, from, the back hoe

[verse 3: gangsta blac]
kickin’ down doors, peelin’ wood up out the floor
doin’ shows and f-ckin’ hoes, taylor babies and some mo
father figure for a n-gg- daddy had to lay them low
clearly pushin’ information like they hatin’ on that joan
mentally i say disturb, troubled brain in this man
i ain’t out to please, nah motherf-cka in this game
just a fact and not a act, f-ck wit claimin’ but do you,
do the same chain gang, know my name, through and through
mr.blac, on a mission takin’ time, droppin’ rhyme
thumpin’ b-mpin’ backroom jumpin’ sumthin’ sumthin’ for your mind
no versace straight up thug, no cristal, drink a bub
like tonight maybe the mic gon’ hype and place ’em where they were
dreamin’ schemin’ life ain’t right, every word done miss a beat
pen and papers once i got them halloweens and trick or treats
n-gg- uhh, n-gg- what, give a f-ck, on tv,
gimme one, for some terror motherf-cker he wid me

hook (til fade with different scratches and variations)

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