Album: other songs

We Ain't Scared

-Lil Flip-(Bizzy Bone)-Intro-
Uh Lil Flip, Bizzy Bone, what huh, hoe ass niggas (Get tha fuck up) hoe ass niggas (Get tha fuck up) haha-ha (Yeah) We ain’t scared…/Nigga… /Don’t let that rap shit fool ya. (Yeah) …haha Nigga we strapped nigga… (Get tha fuck up) What ya’ll wanna do (Get tha fuck up) Uh (Yeah)

-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
We ain’t scared, especially if you come up to us, and try to bust on one and think we ain’t prepared/We ain’t scared, and just because we serious, mysterious and curious

-Lil Flip-
Nigga actin like hoes/ Wearing eachothaz clothes/ Bragin’ about platinum/ Nigga that’s white gold/ Fake niggas talk/ And real niggas hush/ Fake niggas run/ And real niggas bust/ Yall got me fucked up/ I been a street nigga/ And when it’s cold outside/ I bring my heat nigga/ Don’t beef with me nigga/ Cause I get down and dirty/ I make a call at 1 o’clock/ You gone by 1:30/ Nigga I ain’t scared/ I pack infa-reds/ My enemies like batteries/ Half of ‘em dead/ You heard what I said/ I’m down with trigga play/ Cause all you see is convicts and killers where I stay/ I know Hump, got my front/ And Red, got my back/ I know Bizzy, gotta tech/ And I’m comin’ with a mack/ So start writin’ ya will/ We comin’ wit tha steal/ And it’s a fact, that most niggas mouth get ‘em killed

-Chorus-

-Lil Flip-(Bizzy Bone)-
I cock and spray/ Hit you from a block away/ We aint scared (We aint scared)/ Believe me we gotta lot to say/ And if you see me in tha club witta smile on my face/ That don’t mean shit/ Cause I gotta nine on my waist/ So you can play Superman/ And get yo ass paralyzed/ Cause when it come to my gunz/ They all super-sized/ You betta recognize, we aint sucka-free foe nothin’/ So when I say "Imma get cha"/ You know I ain’t bluffin’/ Cause niggas turn into hoes/ When you pull a gun out/ And if I pull a gun out/ I’m tryin’ ta knock a lung out/ Now who tha Boss? / Nigga you already know/ I gotta team of head-bustas/ Where eva I go/ And if ya got beef let me know I’m ready foe war/ I gotta semi-automatic that’ll machete ya car/ And next time ya top down/ Ima teach ya a lesson/ So call momma/ And tell her she gone need her a reverend/ What…

-Chorus-

-Bizzy Bone-
Poppie choke low cocked sniffin’ coca/ My ghetto remedies/ Like hot totties/ Hit that body/ Look like pastrami/ Be Bone Thugs N’ Harmony/ Tellin’ everybody hit tha floor/ So what in tha fuck, ya think I came here for? / Warrior, Ain’t no other corridor/ Foe tha luv of money yeah/ When I’m down in Houston, Texas/ Niggas don’t bluff playaz/ Some of these niggas are dinosaurs, abducted like flyin’ saucers/ Niggas don’t think like that/ Liquored down on my ownstest/ The most of my grave site/ Model mamma/ Put ‘em up now/ Daddy used to beat you deeply, I stay on my dict with dire/ 2Pac to Bob Marely/ My six to Harley/ Hallie Berry touchin’ my braids/ Baby justice is lame/ Killin’ ‘em black ball n’ all/ Game recognize game/ Fame recognize fame/ Niggas bang high, niggas they bang, niggas they slang/ Pick up your mack-10, quickly and brang tha pain/ One in tha brain/ One in tha body/ It’s an everyday thang…

-Chorus-