Scared Now - The Game feat Meek Mill
[Hook:]
Who the f_ck scared now?
Look who the f_ck fed now
Had to hit him with the shotty n_gga
Another dead f_cking body n_gga
Gansters, this is how we roll
Jesus Piece, and it's out of gold
Versace polo and a pound of dro
Hop in that Ghost, and it's adios
Who the f_ck scared now?
Who the f_ck scared now?
[Verse 1:]
Chased that n_gga down, put him on worldstar
B_tch n_gga got away, in his girl's car
Put that p_ssy on the net like a pornstar
Another weenie with bread, he a corndog
Put 3 holes in his head, like a bowling ball
I'm out the gutter switching lanes in a stolen car
F_ck the feds, cause a n_gga got a murder charge
F_ck it though, got the cover of the murder dog
I dress up like the pizza man, load the desert eagle and
I don't just hit ya team, I wet the whole bleachers, damn
Specialize in the murder game
Documentary sh_t, back to Hurricane
Now tell a n_gga
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[Verse 2:]
I'm the most feared rap n_gga
Like a Just Blaze beat, I'll clap n_ggas
This ain't a Just Blaze beat, this ain't wrapped n_gga
Voletta Wallace lost her son to a gat n_gga
What if I told y'all I know who killed Biggie dog?
I ain't no snitch but if I did it ain't no biggie dog
Cause that's Biggie dog
All that's coming out the mouth of the n_gga you used to know as being 50's dog
But I got tired of being 50's dog
Had to break my chain and cut that n_gga 50 off
Whole team celebrating, label on my d_ck hard
Interscope asking "would I take 50's call"
Hello? Put up 10 mill for a real n_gga
Drop this joint album and we'll kill n_ggas
G-Unit!
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
All these n_ggas claiming they OG, my young boys will murder them
Cold shooters, that 16, and they ain't ever even heard of them
I slide through, I get a bird of them
And they drive through, and they serving them
These n_ggas talking that beef sh_t, I put bread on it, no burger bun
We walk up in this b_tch like "what?"
Rollie on my wrist lights up
Told these n_ggas "can't do it like us"
Ciroc boy, and I do it like Puff
With 100 bottles, 100 models
No twitter, we come to follow
Straight shots and no Moscato
I f_ck them hoes, don't give a f_ck bout em
Now tell me who's scared now?
Shots fired, man down
Dead bodies get found
That chopper clip spits rounds
And real n_ggas get murdered
Top dogs get it first
He came to me in that Benz
And he left from here in a hearse
Woah!
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