เนื้อเพลง Scared Now - The Game
เนื้อเพลง Scared Now
[Hook:]
Who the f*ck Scared Now?
Look who the f*ck fed now
Had to hit him with the shotty n*gga
Another dead f*cking body n*gga
Gansters, 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 f*ck scared now?
Who the f*ck scared now?
[Verse 1:]
Chased that n*gga down, put him on worldstar
B*tch n*gga got away, in his girl's car
Put that p*ssy 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
F*ck the feds, cause a n*gga got a murder charge
F*ck 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 sh*t, back to Hurricane
Now tell a n*gga
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[Verse 2:]
I'm the most feared rap n*gga
Like a Just Blaze beat, I'll clap n*ggas
This ain't a Just Blaze beat, this ain't wrapped n*gga
Voletta Wallace lost her son to a gat n*gga
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 n*gga 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 n*gga 50 off
Whole team celebrating, label on my d*ck hard
Interscope asking "would I take 50's call"
Hello? Put up 10 mill for a real n*gga
Drop this joint album and we'll kill n*ggas
G-Unit!
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
All these n*ggas 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 n*ggas talking that beef sh*t, I put bread on it, no burger bun
We walk up in this b*tch like "what?"
Rollie on my wrist lights up
Told these n*ggas "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 f*ck them hoes, don't give a f*ck bout em
Now tell me who's scared now?
Shots fired, man down
Dead bodies get found
That chopper clip spits rounds
And real n*ggas get murdered
Top dogs get it first
He came to me in that Benz
And he left from here in a hearse
Woah!
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