D.J. Paul - Beat Down lyrics

[Hook] [Lord Infamous] I got some bra** knuckles for the b**h who try to f** with me Got a steel tote for the n***a who try to duck me Walls stained with brains from the b**h that owe me Say she got some static, slip and get that tag on the toe see Ain't the type of motherf**er that get real filled with that anna I'm the type of motherf**er that'll fill you full of that ammo These s**ers be claimin they servin, they sprayin, them b**hes I blow out they candle I handle the sh** like that, Scarecrow ain't for no ho games For the ones that didn't know, Scarecrow brain kinda strange Aim my pistol strike you dead on the nostril b**h don't test the Scarecrow cuz the Scarecrow kinda hostile Sock yo a** with a buckshot in yo wind pipe What the f** is a fair fight, Scarecrow tryin to take yo life Stomp you in yo face til there's no light and no sound Look at you now, just another punk beat down [Hook] [DJ Paul] I'm aiming for your face, so that's where the bullets will go n***as be talkin that sh** on these tapes But they don't do it in the streets So I hang with my rap crew, named the Serial k**az And do, all my dirt with the Backyard my real niziggas Cuz when somethin goes down the whole crew gotta clown Shoot one you gotta shoot 'em all And still you gotta leave town Cuz the k**az don't play, in the nina tre Listen to the words I say Bring it on n***a bring it on n***a this way And watch that sh** you be talkin on beat put to an entry Bring yourself, your family, and your groupie friends that be Talkin on yo tape and sayin you got some anamosity But you can't tell cuz in the streets you never say nothin to me We thicker than concrete that's why we be runnin clowns Different hoods come together that'll beat all of you down And Backyard n***as love to clown on tricks like you That's why you get beat down [Hook] [Lord Infamous] Cruisin' through the Downtown blocks, Red Bull in my lap Paul staring, I'm loading the gats I'm ready to spit some f**in cap, now I heard them b**h a** n***as been talkin all that sh** again f** all that mixtape dissin', fina put them bustas to their end They don't know Scarecrow is on the real-zeal Paul lets hit them f*ggot motherf**ers up Im ready Lets stop at the store, let me get some beer and papers Lets get tore up on this crop before we give these n***as the favor I pa** the brew to the back, then 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 b**hes heads They dead, I see them b**hes y'all, yo lets get 'em Paul Pull down your mask and make sure you get 'em all This ain't no bullsh**, take you motherf**ers down Duck ya head, watch yo back b**h, or ka-pow [Hook]