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| Lil' Flip Miscellaneous We Aint Scared (talking) (Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x) We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating We ain't scared, and just because we Serious, mysterious and curious [Lil' Flip] You niggas acting like hoes, wearing eachother clothes Bragging about platinum, nigga that's white gold Fake niggas talk, and real niggas hush Fake niggas run, and real niggas bust Y'all got me fucked up, I been a street nigga And when it's cold outside, I bring my heat nigga Don't beef with me nigga, cause I get down and dirty I make a call at one o'clock, you gone by one-thirty Nigga I ain't scared I pack, infrareds My enemies like batteries, half of em dead You heard what I said, I'm down with trigga play Cause all you see in convicts and killas, where I stay I know Hump, got my front and Redd, got my back I know Bizzy, got a tech and I'm coming with a mac So start riding your wheel, we coming with the steal And it's a fact, that most niggas mouth get em killed (Chorus - 2x) [Lil' Flip] I cock and spray, hit you from a block away We ain't scared, believe me we got a lot to say And if you see me in the club with a smile on my face That don't mean shit cause I got a nine on my waist So you can play Superman and get your ass paralyzed Cause when it comes to my guns, they all super-sized You better recognize we ain't Sucka Free for nothing So when I say I'ma get you, you know I ain't bluffing Cause niggas turn into hoes when you pull a gun out And if I pull a gun out, I'm trying to knock a lung off Now who the boss, nigga you already know I got a team of headbusters, where ever I go And if you got beef let me know I'm ready for war I got a semi-automatic that'll machete your car And next time you talk down, I'ma teach you a lesson So call mama, and tell her she gone need her a reverend, what (Chorus - 2x) [Bizzy Bone] Papi cholo, cops sniffing co-co, my deadly remedies Like hot topics, hit that body look like frishchami And that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, telling everybody Hit the floor, so what in the fuck you think I came here for Warrior, ain't no other character, for the love of money yeah When I'm down in Houston, Texas niggas are gut playas Some of these niggas is dinosaurs abducted like flying saucers Niggas don't think like that, lick it down, on my alters The most of my grave suite, model mama, put em up now Daddy use to beat you deeply I stay on my tech with die-yah Tupac to Bob Marely, my six the holley Halle Berry touching my braids They ain't giving justice's name killing em black bald and all Game recognize game, fame recognize fame Niggas they hang, niggas they bang, niggas they slang Pick up your Mac 10 quickly and bring the pain One in the brain, one in the body it's an everyday thang (Chorus - 2x) |
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