[Lord Infamous] I got some brass knuckles for the bitch who try to fuck with me Got a steel toe for the nigga who try to duck me Walls stained with brains from the bitch that owe me Say she got some static, slip and get that tag on the toe see Ain't the type of motherfucker that get real filled with that anna I'm the type of motherfucker that'll fill you full of that ammo These suckers be claimin they servin, they sprayin, them bitches I blow out they candle I handle the shit like that, Scarecrow ain't for no ho games For the ones that didn't know, Scarecrow brain kinda strange Aim my pistol strike you dead on the nosrtil Bitch don't test the Scarecrow cuz the Scarecrow kinda hostile Sock yo ass with a buckshot in yo wind pipe What the fuck is a fair fight, Scarecrow tryin to take yo life Stomp you in yo face til there's no light and no sound Look at you now, just another punk beat down
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[DJ Paul] I'm aiming for your face, so that's where the bullets will go Niggaz be talkin that shit on these tapes, but they don't do it in the streets So I hang with my rap crew, named the Serial Killaz and do, all my dirt With the Backyard my real niziggas Cuz when somethin goes down the whole crew gotta clown Shoot one you gotta shoot 'em all and still you gotta leave town Cuz the Killaz don't play, in the nina tre, listen to the words I say Bring it on nigga bring it on nigga this way And watch that shit you be talkin be put to an entry Bring yourself, your family, and your groupie friends that be Talkin on yo tape and sayin you got some anamosity But you can't tell cuz in the streets you never say nothin to me We thicker than concrete that's why we be runnin clowns Different hoods come together that'll beat all of you down And Backyard niggaz love, to clown on tricks like you, that's why you get beat down
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[Lord Infamous] Cruisin through the Downtown blocks, Red Bull in my lap Paul stiring, I'm loading the gats, I'm ready to spit some fuckin cat nap I heard them bitch ass niggaz been talkin all that shit again Fuck all that mixtape dissin fina put them bustas to their end They don't know Scarecrow is on the real-zeal Paul lets see if them faggot motherfuckers up on (?) Lets stop at the store, let me get some beer and papers Lets get tore up on this crop before we give these niggaz the favor I pass the Brute to the back, then Napoleon grabs it Him and Lil Buck in the back, they loadin automatics Thinkin about the summer mix, gettin pissed off what they said Damn now I really wanna cut them bitches heads They dead, I see them bitches y'all, yo lets get 'em Paul Pull down your masks and make sure you get 'em all This ain't no bullshit, take you motherfuckers down Duck ya head, watch yo back bitch, or ka-pow
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