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]