You Scared Part II

[Intro: DJ Paul] Dj Paul, Three Six Mafia, you scared two thousand three-six it's goin' down [Chorus: DJ Paul] You scared, ho (What, what, what) You scared, ho (What, what, what) You scared, ho (What, what, what) Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys You scared, ho (What, what, what) You scared, ho (What, what, what) You scared, ho (What, what, what) Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Bustin' with that .45, make them bitches back it up Catch them ridin' on them thangs make them bitches jack it up Hear they got that product man make them bitches bag it up Finally got that money man make them bitches sack it up Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up Pocket full of stones, oh boy, I gotta track it up Fuckin' with you snitches, mane don't make me wanna hang it up But lookin' at a empty plate don't make me wanna keep it up Any nigga with that work gon' make me wanna creep it up Eventhough my pockets done got deep, they ain't got deep enough Wishin' I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga tryna to sleep it up And it’s bout the time I get my bag then I need it up Time to find another boy, time I gettin' a re-it up [Chorus: DJ Paul] I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitches scared I think that they scared of me I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitches scared I think that they scared of me I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [Verse 2: Juicy J] Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots? Sayin' that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic Glock Stand infront of your house, I'm 'bout to buck you cowards on the spot Heard you talkin' loud, actin' tough, I guess to gain your props Mane, this ain't no radio station, boy, quit tryin' to pump your watch Police yellow tape, somebody blood they wipin' with a mop What a witness saw when we here, roll on down your corner block The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off Pass me the gun, I take the handle then saw it off Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law I see them fuzz, I see you run, it's all I wanted at all So fucken scared you talkin' gahos want it oh want it oh But we don't care we like em dallas standin' ten feet tall Buckin' you, blastin' you, watch you splatter on the fuckin' wall [Chorus: DJ Paul] I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitches scared I think that they scared of me I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitches scared I think that they scared of me I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Creepin' carefully through the street because it's very real in the field Ain't no love for pity, ain't nobody cut you no deal Everyone I know they do whatever just to get a meal Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal Careful of the company, you keep everyone a treal 'Cause when robbers, mobbers, double jaw just to bust appeal You got hustlers, dealers, bankin' every town every field Guess what? I don't hang around the brothers so so massengil [Verse 4: Crunchy Black] Crunchy Black in this bitch, I'm bout to bring the pain Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand Mess with me, then your messin with the grownest man Where I'm from, from the slum, niggas shootin' a thang On the run, now you see me in the papers, man They was tryin' to stop a nigga from doin' his thang Can't ya' mug, is the song that I'm singin', man Hypnotize got me gold diggin' for the chain [Chorus: DJ Paul] I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitches scared I think that they scared of me I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me I think you bitches scared I think that they scared of me I think I got 'em scared I think that they scared of me Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys