Scary 2

Try me, fool, and the semi gon' bang I'm a big dog, I gotta' let my nuts hang If I go to jail, best believe I'm bonding out I always handle beef, that's what I'm all about I'm not a punk, somebody lied-- I'm bustin' shots, let's get that fixed I keep it 100, like whole-numbers, no fraction You're a toy, all looks but no action So much beef, I can open up a diner Catch me underground, call me a miner I keep it real, you haters is processed To the streets I'm a god, bow down, get blessed I got rank, like a zebra, I got stripes Diggin' in ya' chest, you know pressure bust pipes Got heat, I'm like an Arab with no turban Shots burn your chest, like drinking Burbon I cock my tool as they approach, get ready Make sure you're on point, and hold it steady When they get near, that trigger get a pull Give straight head shots, it's an unspoken rule Shots rang out, like the bells of Notre-Dame I was long gone, before the law even came