Tyrese - U Scared lyrics

(feat. Black-Ty & David Collins & Little Scrappy) (Intro) Black-Ty, David Collins, Little Scrappy Down South what you scared of, n***a what!! (Black-Ty) As soon as I walked in the club I start lookin for a girl who s** dick like she made it up I know you out there somewhere Baby don't keep it to yourself, share To all the freaks let me see ya Drop it like it's hot and make me a believer I know, there's a whole lot of freaks in the Dirty Dirty Muh'f**ers gettin high feelin flirty flirty Dem Down South boys be the craziest Dem West Coast boys be scandalous Dem Midwest n***as be dangerous The East Coast boys doin it big When I leave the club I got my Cadillac on 24's Sittin outside, chrome-plated from the West side To all you b**h-a** haters you ain't gutter I triple-dare you to cross the line muh'f**er (Chorus) You scared, you scared You scared muthaf**er you scared n***a what Who scared, who scared Who scared muthaf**er who scared n***a what You scared, you scared You scared muthaf**er you scared n***a what Who scared, who scared Who scared muthaf**er who scared n***a what (David Collins) Come on You a part-time rapper, full-time f*g lover Should I throw up threes, throw a rock, every motherf**er get naked, lay yo' rich b**h a** on the flo' But you already dropped up but I want some mo' Cash get it out from yo' a**, laugh with a money bag And catch a quick toe tag, ho, a**, n***a! And ain't no rappers gettin acquitted sh** you scared don't admit it or catch a slug in yo' fitted Yea hey, hollow-points like cue balls, bank at Off yo' forehead, still watch it run through Man I'm crunk like some white boys sippin Mountain Dew Coppin Viag', I like yo' sister, say no Cause I jump off in a six-fo' and dump on a hoe b**hes get down on the flo' and yell "There that n***a go!" And I hunt y'all the truth, I don't give a f** about yo' flag I ain't never gang bang, I just rob you for yo' cash punk, n***a (Chorus) You scared, you scared You scared muthaf**er you scared n***a what Who scared, who scared Who scared muthaf**er who scared n***a what (Little Scrappy) Ay, ay, ay, Scrap, ay come on Yeah I'm posted in the club, on the Patron I'm in the corner shawty leave me alone ohh And the security keep trippin, he gon' get a a** whippin I'ma hit him on up with the chrome Shawty now it's on, I tried to increase the peace But these hatin a** n***as done release the beast Yeah I'm back yeah I'm back couldn't hail a cab But that don't mean shawty I won't whip your a** Hang him over my head in a torture rack Make his stomach see the other f**in side of the bag But I don't think you want that kind of trouble man And you don't look like you got a gun in your hand You average, I hit you up across yo' cabbage Take yo' girl with me cause she a bad b**h Scream at me Black-Ty, get it crackin That what happenin - Zone 3 (Chorus) You scared, you scared You scared muthaf**er you scared n***a what Who scared, who scared Who scared muthaf**er who scared n***a what (Outro) Come on - Black-Ty! Little Scrappy, David Banner, yeah! Frontline Boys, makin all that noise! He ain't playin right.