Scared Now

[Hook:]

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?

[Verse 1:]

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

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[Verse 2:]

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

G-Unit!

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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

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!

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