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