[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
Gangsters, 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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
