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Текст песни Gangsta Blac - Scared of Me

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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 wayTaylor B done slipped and made a poet wid a babyfaceMastermind wid plenty game, shattered wid no sinners manCampin` lyrical out the deal just waitin` on some money manScreeler check my afterburn, shit I just had an oozeMade a quick maneuvre to enchance the dance I`m used to doSplit up all your fuckin` word, cut dem from all in your backPlatinum on my stat and trimmin` joanin` diamonds Gangsta BlacK-C-D we`re P-A-D, K-C I think it`s over witThree Six grinnin` tap it up an artifact of rockin` shitHate this shit, slap this bitch, dis the bitch just like it is`Quipped wid gamers think they doin` favours tryna knock a nigIn this for a meal ticket, ain`t no time I gotta kick itBut 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 backHook (2x)[Verse 2]I keep my lyrics clocked on safety down to punish niggas dailyDown to get off in your shit, bumpin` real hard like dicks?How been it? can`t fuck wit me, playa a capital PLight that ass man where`s the fire, dangerous wid M-I-CTechnical diffi-culty, bump me out nigga no pleasePass 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 townStand my ground, romp around, nigga get `em down,Easily, we`ll agree muh`fuckin` what they saidBloody red from your head, yeh I think they scaredNigga you scared cause when I blast your whole team fledMe 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 floorDoin` shows and fuckin` hoes, Taylor Babies and some MoFather figure for a nigga daddy had to lay them lowClearly pushin` information like they hatin` on that joanMentally I say disturb, troubled brain in this manI ain`t out to please, nah motherfucka in this gameJust a fact and not a act, fuck wit claimin` but do you,Do the same chain gang, know my name, through and throughMr.Blac, on a mission takin` time, droppin` rhymeThumpin` bumpin` backroom jumpin` sumthin` sumthin` for your mindNo Versace straight up thug, no Cristal, drink a bubLike tonight maybe the mic gon` hype and place `em where they wereDreamin` schemin` life ain`t right, every word done miss a beatPen and papers once I got them halloweens and trick or treatsNigga uhh, nigga what, give a fuck, on tv,Gimme one, for some terror motherfucker he wid meHook (til fade with different scratches and variations)

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