Lil Scrappy - U Scared lyrics

[Intro] Black-Ty, David Banner, Lil Scrappy Down South what you scared of, ni**a WHAT!! [Black-Ty] As soon as I walked in the club I start lookin for a girl who s** dick like she made it up I know you out there somewhere Baby don't keep it to yourself, share (share) To all the freaks let me see ya Drop it like it's hot and make me a believer I know, there's a whole lot of freaks in the Dirty Dirty Muh'f**ers gettin high feelin flirty flirty Dem Down South boys be the craziest Dem West Coast boys be scandalous Dem Midwest n***as be dangerous The East Coast boys doin it big (doin it big) When I leave the club I got my Cadillac on twenty-fo's Sittin outside, chrome-plated from the West side To all you b**h-a** haters you ain't gutter I triple-dare you to cross the line muh'f**er (f**er) [Chorus: repeat 2X] You scared, you scared You scared motherf**er you scared (n***a WHAT!) Who scared, who scared Who scared motherf**er who scared (n***a WHAT!) [David Banner] (C'mon) You a part-time rapper, full-time f*g lover Should I throw up threes, throw a rock, every motherf**er Get naked, lay yo' rich b**h a** on the flo' But you already dropped up but I want some mo' Cash get it out from yo' a**, laugh with a money bag And catch a quick toe tag, ho, a**, n***a! And ain't no rappers gettin acquitted sh** you scared don't admit it or catch a slug in yo' fitted Yea hey, hollow-points like cue balls, bank at Off yo' forehead, still watch it run through Man I'm crunk like some white boys sippin Mountain Dew Coppin Viag', I like yo' sister, say no Cause I jump off in a six-fo' and dump on a ho b**hes get down on the flo' and yell "There that n***a go!" And I hunt y'all the truth, I don't give a f** about yo' flag I ain't never gang bang, I just rob you for yo' cash punk, n***a [Chorus] [Lil Scrappy] Ay, ay, ay, Scrap, ay (c'mon) Yeah I'm posted in the club, on the Patron I'm in the corner shawty leave me alone (ohh) And the security keep trippin, he gon' get a a** whippin I'ma hit him on up with the chrome Shawty now it's on, I tried to increase the peace But these hatin a** n***as done release the beast Yeah I'm back (yeah I'm back) couldn't hail a cab But that don't mean shawty I won't whup yo' a** Hang him over my head in a torture rack Make his stomach see the other f**in side of the bag But I don't think you want that kind of trouble man And you don't look like you got a gun in your hand You average, I hit you up across yo' cabbage Take yo' girl with me cause she a bad b**h Scream at me Black-Ty, get it crackin That what happenin - Zone 3 [Chorus] [Outro] C'mon - AHHHH! Black-Ty! Lil Scrappy, David Banner, YAHH! Frontline Boyz, makin all that noise! He ain't playin right, tchh, PAUSE!