Beat Down

[Intro] Aah Lord Infamous the motherfucking Scarecrow In the hizzouse, ya bitch And you punk ass motherfuckers finna get beat the fuck down [Hook/Samples] Broke him down to his very last compound! Sucka's try to block: The Haymaker's I swing W-When some clown jumps up to get beat down! [Verse 1: 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 I ain't the type of motherfucker that real filled with that anna I'm the type of motherfucker that fill you full of the ammo These suckers be claimin' they servin' and sprayin' Them bitches, I blow out they candle I handle the shit like that, Scarecrow ain't for no hoe games For the ones that didn't know: Scarecrow brain's kinda strange Aim my pistol, strike it dead on the nostril Bitch don't test the Scarecrow 'cause 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 till there's no light and no sounds Look at you now, just another punk beat down [Hook/Samples] [Verse 2: DJ Paul] I aimin' for yo face, so that's where the bullets will go Niggas be talkin' the shit on these tapes but they don't do it in the streets, so I hang with my rap group named "The Serial Killaz" And do all of my dirt with the Backyard, my real n-izz-iggas Cause when somethin' goes down our whole crew gotta clown Shoot one you gotta shoot 'em all and still you gotta leave town But see the killas don't play in a nina trade Listen to the words I say: Bring it on, nigga, bring it on, nigga, this way And watch that shit you be talkin' of be put to an end, trick Bring yourself, your family and your groupie friends that be Talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity But your ass can't tell 'cause in the streets you never say none to me We thicker than concrete, that's why we be runnin', clown Different hoods come together that'll beat all of you down And Backyard niggas love to clown on tricks like you That's why you get beat down [Hook/Samples] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Cruisin' through the Down Town blocks, Red Bull in my lap Paul steer and I'm loadin' the gats, I'm ready to spit some fucking cap, now I heard them bitch ass niggas been talkin' all the shit again Fuck all them mixtape diss and finna put them bustas to they end They don't know Scarecrow is on the r-izz-eal Paul let's hit them faggot motherfuckers up, I'm ready But stop at the store, let me get some beer and papers Let's get tore up on this crop before we give these niggas the favor I passed the brew to the backseat, Napoleon grabs it Him and Lil Buck in the back, they loadin' automatics Thinkin' about they summer mix, gettin' pissed off what they said Damn now I really wanna cut them bitches head They dead, I see them bitches y'all, yo let's get 'em Paul Pull down yo mask and make sure you get 'em all This ain't no bullshit, take you motherfuckers down Duck yo head, watch yo back, bitch occupy [Hook/Samples]