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    Lil' Flip / Lyrics

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    "We Ain't Scared" Lyrics

    Lil' Flip feat. Bizzy Bone


    [Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x]
    We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us
    And try to bust and when you think we aint prepaired
    We ain't scared, and just because we
    Serious, mysterious and curious

    [Lil' Flip]
    You niggas acting like hoes, wearing each other clothes
    Bragging about platinum, nigga that's white gold
    Fake niggas talk, and real niggas hush

    Fake niggas run, and real niggas bust
    Y'all 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 one o'clock, you gone by one-thirty
    Nigga I ain't scared I pack, infrareds
    My enemies like batteries, half of em dead
    You heard what I said, I'm down with trigga play
    Cause all you see in convicts and killas, where I stay
    I know Hump, got my front and Redd, got my back
    I know Bizzy, got a tech and I'm coming with a mac
    So start riding your wheel, we coming with the steal
    And it's a fact, that most niggas mouth get em killed

    [Chorus - 2x]

    [Lil' Flip]
    I cock and spray, hit you from a block away

    We ain't scared, believe me we got a lot to say
    And if you see me in the club with a smile on my face
    That don't mean shit cause I got a nine on my waist
    So you can play Superman and get your ass paralyzed
    Cause when it comes to my guns, they all super-sized
    You better recognize we ain't Sucka Free for nothing
    So when I say I'ma get you, you know I ain't bluffing
    Cause niggas turn into hoes when you pull a gun out
    And if I pull a gun out, I'm trying to knock a lung off
    Now who the boss, nigga you already know
    I got a team of headbusters, where ever I go
    And if you got beef let me know I'm ready for war
    I got a semi-automatic that'll machette your car
    And next time you talk down, I'ma teach you a lesson
    So call mama, and tell her she gone need her a reverend, what

    [Chorus - 2x]

    [Bizzy Bone]
    Papi cholo, cops sniffing co-co, my deadly remedies
    Like hot topics, hit that body look like frishchami
    And that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, telling everybody
    Hit the floor, so what in the fuck you think I came here for
    Warrior, ain't no other character, for the love of money yeah
    When I'm down in Houston, Texas niggas are gut playas
    Some of these niggas is dinosaurs abducted like flying saucers
    Niggas don't think like that, lick it down, on my alters
    The most of my grave suite, model mama, put em up now
    Daddy use to beat you deeply I stay on my tech with die-yah
    Tupac to Bob Marely, my six the holley Halle Berry touching my braids
    They ain't giving justice's name killing em black bald and all
    Game recognize game, fame recognize fame
    Niggas they hang, niggas they bang, niggas they slang
    Pick up your Mac 10 quickly and bring the pain
    One in the brain, one in the body it's an everyday thang

    [Chorus - 2x]

    This song was last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Maurice Jordan.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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