| Black-Ty, David Banner, Lil Scrappy | |
| Down South what you scared of, ******** WHAT!! | |
| As soon as I walked in the club | |
| I start lookin for a girl who suck ************ like she made it up | |
| I know you out there somewhere | |
| Baby don't keep it to yourself, 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'********s gettin high feelin flirty flirty | |
| Dem Down South boys be the craziest | |
| Dem West Coast boys be scandalous | |
| Dem Midwest ********z be dangerous | |
| The East Coast boys doin it big | |
| When I leave the club I got my Cadillac on 24's | |
| Sittin outside, chrome-plated from the West side | |
| To all you ************-ass haters you ain't gutter | |
| I triple-dare you to cross the line muh'******** | |
| You scared, you scared | |
| You scared mother******** you scared (******** WHAT!) | |
| Who scared, who scared | |
| Who scared mother******** who scared (******** WHAT!) | |
| You scared, you scared | |
| You scared mother******** you scared (******** WHAT!) | |
| Who scared, who scared | |
| Who scared mother******** who scared (******** WHAT!) | |
| (C'mon) You a part-time rapper, full-time fag lover | |
| Should I throw up threes, throw a rock, every mother******** | |
| get naked, lay yo' rich ************ ass on the flo' | |
| But you already dropped up but I want some mo' | |
| Cash get it out from yo' ass, laugh with a money bag | |
| And catch a quick toe tag, ho, ass, ********! | |
| And ain't no rappers gettin acquitted | |
| ************t you scared don't admit it or catch a slug in yo' fitted | |
| Yea hey, hollow-points like cue ********, 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 | |
| ******** get down on the flo' and yell \"There that ******** go!\" | |
| And I hunt y'all the truth, I don't give a ******** about yo' flag | |
| I ain't never gang bang, I just rob you for yo' cash punk, ******** | |
| You scared, you scared | |
| You scared mother******** you scared (******** WHAT!) | |
| Who scared, who scared | |
| Who scared mother******** who scared (******** WHAT!) | |
| 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 ass whippin | |
| I'ma hit him on up with the chrome | |
| Shawty now it's on, I tried to increase the peace | |
| But these hatin ass ********z 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' ass | |
| Hang him over my head in a torture rack | |
| Make his stomach see the other ****** 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 ************ | |
| Scream at me Black-Ty, get it crackin | |
| That what happenin - Zone 3 | |
| You scared, you scared | |
| You scared mother******** you scared (******** WHAT!) | |
| Who scared, who scared | |
| Who scared mother******** who scared (******** WHAT!) | |
| C'mon - AHHHH! Black-Ty! | |
| Lil Scrappy, David Banner, YEAH! | |
| Frontline Boyz, makin all that noise! | |
| He ain't playin right |