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]
Shit 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, shit I just had an ooze
Made a quick maneuvre to enchance the dance I`m used to do
Split up all your fuckin` 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` shit
Hate this shit, slap this bitch, dis the bitch 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 niggas daily
Down to get off in your shit, bumpin` real hard like dicks
?How been it? can`t fuck wit me, playa a capital P
Light that ass man where`s the fire, dangerous wid M-I-C
Technical diffi-culty, bump me out nigga no please
Pass me some ah that green weed, I show you how buck I be,
I am the bitch made nigga killa,
I can`t stop til I make screeler nigga, go fuck around nigga,
Cut up sideways deal wid my way nigga rock the town
Stand my ground, romp around, nigga get `em down,
Easily, we`ll agree muh`fuckin` what they said
Bloody red from your head, yeh I think they scared
Nigga you scared cause when I blast your whole team fled
Me and my niggas 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 fuckin` hoes, Taylor Babies and some Mo
Father figure for a nigga 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 motherfucka in this game
Just a fact and not a act, fuck 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
Nigga uhh, nigga what, give a fuck, on tv,
Gimme one, for some terror motherfucker he wid me
Hook (til fade with different scratches and variations)
