C-Loc - If You Scared, Say You Scared lyrics

(Black) Yeah Black & Jay, with C-Loc and Young Bleed Sendin' this out to them old scary a** n***as Frontin' like they hard, inside them hoes scared (Jay) THEM HOES IS SCARED! (Black) n***a if you scared say you scared hoe First Verse (C-Loc): Always on beat, Mama told me, be a menace from day one Wicked ways, son break free, you as real as they come That's for fun, after dark here come the sun, nowhere to run Shame before that day I never thought to pray once As nine's catch me, some stand dazed while foes laughin' at me Right then I knew to change my ways cuz heaven's startin' to get happy Askin' where my k**ers now and hear a sound as I feel the ground Waitin' for them fools to move the Locster almost drowned As I make my rounds through the hood the guilty hold their heads down What you would've did if you could, I don't wanna hear that sh** now Still got love for you, but it's time to flip the format Now I'm in the club hollerin' "n***a, where the mic at?" Well you don't like that, I know playa, you ran like a paperback Your colors show and now I know there ain't no turnin' back Take your counterfeit ways to the grave, you lose your head n***a So if you scared say you scared n***a Chorus: Black (repeat 2X) Say you scared n***a, if you scared say you scared n***a (You ain't scared is ya?) Eye to eye with a dead n***a Now if you scared say you scared n***a (Say you scared n***a!!!!) Keep your head n***a, you heard what I said n***a? Second Verse (Young Bleed): Heart to heart, eye to eye, n***a man to man Here I stand, starin' at'cha with this thing in my hand k**er Corleone, like you know, k**er Corleone, not a n***a in the World, I run with thieves like Ali Baba That'll take your life Trife like a thief in the night And use the little bit on money they make, gettin' high as a kite sh** gone be alright though, I ain't trippin' Constantly flippin' but quick to issue n***as a** whippins No love for enemies from Baton Rouge to Tennessee Me and Black & Jay, sippin' Hennessey say pa** it Jay n***a quick to blast away Any day, so what now? Call it what you want but n***a, I don't give a f**, hanh? n***as ain't ready for confetti, four fingers gone like Freddy Eatin' spaghetti it's who n***a? Corleone I'm home in my own zone, don't cross my path and make me laugh Dirty a** n***a, here's your blood bath, ya heard me? Consider me a soldier of fortune, a hustler Quick to take your life while you're checkin' the muffler n***a you f**in' with a black hand k**a clan, goin' off wit'cha head So if you scared, won't you say you scared n***a? Chorus Third Verse (Black): n***a if you scared, say you scared, look in my eyes you not bout it Drop your head or run off, before this sh** start gettin' rowdy n***a you scared to die, frontin' like you got heart in this game Thought you was a true a** thug n***a, ready to ride and bust thangs See how things change when it's time to ride Oh now your pen allbleedin No nuts inside the draws, I know his n***as feelin' me I'm on this hennessey and weed, strap it up and let's mob Get these true n***as off the corner and lets go finish the job These n***as that ride they some hoes, inside them n***as really scared Quick to leave you n***as dead if you heard what I said From Tennessee to Baton Rouge, ain't no love for these fakes So many n***as that perpetrate, scared to hold they own weight Won't hesitate to pull that trigger I look you dead in your eyes Regrettin' what'cha a** did, scared beggin' for your life You should've thought about it n***a, actin' like you really cared Now the shoes on the other foot, go on and say that'cha scared Chorus Fourth Verse (Jay): I ain't scared to die or get high I ain't scared to see the b**h bleed When it's time to mob I'm gone ride b**h And sh** done changed cuz when I go to war, you can lose your brain Cuz I'm bad from them streets, quick to pull them thangs Ain't it a shame? From what respect you get for k**in' a n***a? Because his nuts wasn't bigger, left him dead in his Hilfiger How much slicker learn quicker from true Mob figures Like Gotti and Nitty, C-Loc and Bleed and Black & Jay on the picture Now who's wit'cha? When it's time to kick up dust, when it's a must? To let them toys bust, over bullsh** stuff It's rough, and times are hard on these crooked a** streets And if you f** with my clique, we leave 'em six feet deep Hellbound and Southbound, like Eightball and MJG lay it down From those who wanna clown, we bury they faces to the ground I'm on the pitcher's mound, ready to strike the next opponent out And if you scared, say you scared, b**h open your mouth Chorus