[Chorus] So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a puuuuuuuunk So I go to my loaded tech 9 that's off in the truuuuuuuunk I told that motherfucker I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!)
Bone Crusher
Who am I?? Bone Crusher, motherfucker! AttenCHUUUUUUUUN!!! Where my soldiers motherfucker? I guess the fight is on, me and you nigga (ha!) And you (wha!), and you (wha!), and you nigga! (wha!) I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo brain in stitches This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta And yo boys ready to flee like "Why'd you fuck with that nigga?!?!"
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Cam'Ron
I tell her front (front), back (back), side to side Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg You get beat dead, that means you dead meat I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, *Gregg Street* That's Dallas, Atlanta, I style with them hammers I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper You'll get ripped apart, that's it with darts, you kids ain't smart Pop, pop, pop, I lit the dark, from the wizard door, come get some heart That's courage and brain, 'caine on several strips Not from Houston, but shit, call me *Lil' Flip* Cuz I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little And you best be knowin', pussy still is the best thang goin' Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy Clap, "We reeeeeeadddy" I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers We got guns in coupes, in case our sun'll roof No basketball, when we talkin', run and shoot
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Jadakiss
Aiyyo, the 40 cal' is full and I'm waitin' No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death If the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere In places where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there It's time we get even here, when I put the game back In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there You can think whachu want, til I blow the back of yo brains out and see if you can think with yo front Like a new single, make sure you leak for a month Treat yo face like a buffet, and tell my niggaz "Eat whachu want" You'ono nuthin' about puttin' a couple hundred thousand on the table And tell yo niggaz "Keep whachu want" It's usually hate or somethin' stupid that a nigga die for So whachu think we outside for?
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Busta Rhymes
Now all my soldiers (soldiers), thugs (thugs), niggaz (yea!), I know you want it! Don't stop, get it, get it, bitches betta get up on it! Sit up on it shawty, get up on it See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up When I throw a get-up on it Big up, all of my niggaz that ain't scared of the hustle Throw anotha mill up on it (yea!) I'ma cop a lotta land and I'ma cop a mountain and throw a lil' crib up on it Yes, I'll eat yo food and you know I'm gonna CHOW DOWN! Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta BOW DOWN! Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come and POW WOW! Mothafucka, I ain't playin' witc