Scared of me lyrics

Artist  : Gangsta blac 
Song : Scared of me
 
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]
Shit 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, shit I just had an
ooze
Made a quick maneuvre to enchance the dance I'm
used to do
Split up all your fuckin' 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' shit
Hate this shit, slap this bitch, dis the bitch
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
niggas daily
Down to get off in your shit, bumpin' real hard
like dicks
?How been it? can't fuck wit me, playa a capital
P
Light that ass man where's the fire, dangerous
wid M-I-C
Technical diffi-culty, bump me out nigga no
please
Pass me some ah that green weed, I show you how
buck I be,
 
I am the bitch made nigga killa,
I can't stop til I make screeler nigga, go fuck
around nigga,
Cut up sideways deal wid my way nigga rock the
town
Stand my ground, romp around, nigga get 'em down,
Easily, we'll agree muh'fuckin' what they said
Bloody red from your head, yeh I think they
scared
Nigga you scared cause when I blast your whole
team fled
Me and my niggas 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 fuckin' hoes, Taylor Babies and
some Mo
Father figure for a nigga 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 motherfucka in this
game
Just a fact and not a act, fuck 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' bumpin' 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
Nigga uhh, nigga what, give a fuck, on tv,
Gimme one, for some terror motherfucker he wid me

Hook (til fade with different scratches and
variations)