Lord Infamous - Beat Down lyrics

[Intro] Aah Lord Infamous the motherf**ing Scarecrow In the (?) house, ya b**h And you punk a** motherf**ers finna get beat the f** down [Hook/Samples] [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] I got some bra** knuckles For the b**h who try to f** with me Got a steel tote for the n***a who try to duck me Walls stained with brains from the b**h that owe me Say she got some static, slip and get that tag on the toe, see I ain't the type of motherf**er that real filled with that anna I'm the type of motherf**er that fill you full of the ammo These s**ers be claimin' they servin' and sprayin' Them b**hes, I blow out they candle I handle the sh** like that, Scarecrow ain't for no hoe games For the ones that didn't know: Scarecrow brain's kinda strange Aim my pistol, strike it dead on the nostril b**h don't test the Scarecrow Cause the Scarecrow kinda hostile Sock yo a** with a buckshot in yo wind pipe What the f** is a fair fight? Scarecrow tryin' to take yo life Stomp you in yo face till there's no light and no sounds Look at you now, just another punk beat down [Hook/Samples] [Verse 2: DJ Paul] I aimin' for yo face, so that's where the bullets will go n***as be talkin' the sh** on these tapes But they don't do it in the streets, so I hang with my rap group named "The Serial k**az" And do all of my dirt with the Backyard, my real n-izz-iggas Cause when somethin' goes down Our whole crew gotta clown Shoot one you gotta shoot 'em all And still you gotta leave town But see the k**as don't play and a Nina (?) Listen to the words I say: Bring it on, n***a, bring it on n***as this way you watch that sh** you be talkin' on beat Put to an end treat Bring yoself, yo family and yo crew prepared to be Talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some annimosity But you can't test us in the streets, you never say none to me We thicker than concrete that's why we be runnin' the clown Different hoods come together that'll beat all of you down And Backyard n***as love to clown on tricks like you That's why you get beat down [Hook/Samples] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Cruisin' through the Down Town blocks, Red Bull in my lap Paul steer and I'm loadin' the gats I'm ready to spit some f**ing cap, now I heard them b**h a** n***as been talkin' all the sh** again f** all them mixtape diss And finna put them bustas to they end They don't know Scarecrow is on the r-izz-eal Paul let's hit them f*ggot motherf**ers up, I'm ready But stop at the store, let me get some beer and papers Let's get tore up on this crop Before we give these n***as the favor I pa**ed the brew to the backseat, then Napoleon grabs it Him and Lil Buck in the back, they loadin' automatics Thinkin' about they summer mix Gettin' pissed off what they said Damn now I really wanna cut them b**hes head They dead, I see them b**hes y'all, yo let's get 'em Paul Pull down yo mask and make sure you get 'em all This ain't no bullsh**, take you motherf**ers down Duck yo head, watch yo back, b**h occupy [Hook/Samples]