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Hook (2x):
I, I, I think they scared of me call the police...
I, I, I think they scared of me call the police...
I think they scared of me call the police...
Call the police and tell them watch your back
I think they scared of me
Verse 1: Gangsta Blac
s**t walkin' through some razor blades, JB help me find my way
Taylor B done slipped and made a poet wid a babyface
Mastermind wid plenty game, shattered wid no sinners man
Campin' lyrical out the deal just waitin' on some money man
Screeler check my afterburn, s**t I just had an ooze
Made a quick maneuvre to enchance the dance I'm used to do
Split up all your fkin' word, cut dem from all in your back
Platinum on my stat and trimmin' joanin' diamonds Gangsta Blac
K-C-D we're P-A-D, K-C I think it's over wit
Three Six grinnin' tap it up an artifact of rockin' s**t
Hate this s**t, slap this b*tch, dis the b*tch just like it is
'Quipped wid gamers think they doin' favours tryna knock a nig
In this for a meal ticket, ain't no time I gotta kick it
But when this is over and I smile you cannot get about,
Whoopin' lookin' thuggin' muggin' trillin' will,
Blast and blastin', if you scared,
Call the police and tell them watch your back
Hook (2x)
Verse 2
I keep my lyrics clocked on safety down to punish daily
Down to get off in your s**t, bumpin' real hard like d*cks
?How been it? can't fk wit me, playa a capital P
Light that as* man where's the fire, dangerous wid M-I-C
Technical diffi-culty, bump me out nigg* no please
Pass me some ah that green weed, I show you how buck I be,
I am the b*tch made nigg* killa,
I can't stop til I make screeler nigg*, go fk around nigg*,
Cut up sideways deal wid my way nigg* rock the town
Stand my ground, romp around, nigg* get 'em down,
Easily, we'll agree muh'fkin' what they said
blood red from your head, yeh I think they scared
nigg* you scared cause when I blast your whole team fled
Me and my and glocks gon' leave your body soakin' wet,
Kick, in, the, door, wit the 4-4,
Terrified when I creep, from, the back hoe
Verse 3: Gangsta Blac
Kickin' down doors, peelin' wood up out the floor
Doin' shows and fkin' hoes, Taylor Babies and some Mo
Father figure for a nigg* daddy had to lay them low
Clearly pushin' information like they hatin' on that joan
Mentally I say disturb, troubled brain in this man
I ain't out to please, nah motherfka in this game
Just a fact and not a act, fk wit claimin' but do you,
Do the same chain gang, know my name, through and through
Mr.Blac, on a mission takin' time, droppin' rhyme
Thumpin' bumpin' backroom jumpin' sumthin' sumthin' for your mind
No Versace straight up thug, no Cristal, drink a bub
Like tonight maybe the mic gon' hype and place 'em where they were
Dreamin' schemin' life ain't right, every word done miss a beat
Pen and papers once I got them halloweens and trick or treats
nigg* uhh, nigg* what, give a fk, on tv,
Gimme one, for some terror motherfker he wid me
Hook (til fade with different scratches and variations)