Ya Boy - I Ain't Never Scared lyrics

[Hook: Nu Jersey Devil] We running and gunning We spot them, we pop them We busting for nothing We shoot them, we drop them I ain't never scared I ain't, I ain't never scared I ain't never scared I ain't, I ain't never scared We running and gunning We spot them, we pop them We busting for nothing We shoot them, we drop them I ain't never scared I ain't, I ain't never scared I ain't never scared I ain't, I ain't never scared [Verse 1: Nu Jersey Devil] They call me devil the capo, well homie fall back They call me devil the capo, well homie fall back I'm in the hood, in the streets, sh** I'm in the trap We get it popping my n***a, and I ain't never scared I'm always on the block, eyes open and prepared Blow the whistle, and now comes the pistols The homies will come and get you, them shells flying will hit you I don't be looking for trouble, but n***a that n***a talk breezy imma' split his fitted cap Homie get rid of that, jail time I'm sick of that Gotta make this money by any means, I'm sick of rap And I just started, but my flow is retarded Cross the path of the devil, homie and get deported Life styles of the rich and famous Some die with a name, b**h I die brainless Look at the stainless, red flag I bang this Catch you icey in the hood, and I leave you chainless [Hook] [Verse 2: Ya Boy] The bay area bully, c**aine handler All this money and power got me feeling like Montana And I ain't talking bout' that San Fran scrambler, no I'm talking bout' Al Pacino on camera, yo Who the f** said Ya Boy ain't next Hey, we can drop a bomb, but Ya Boy ain't flexing, no See I'm trying to figure hip-hop out And why they drop a couple albums and then they hip hop out This the lonely tatted up, kid rocked out And I done copped so many O's they on a zip-lock drought Wrap them up, pack them up, make them birds fly south Where I'm from, you do this or take the cotton route All these stacks make the True Religion fit kind of snug That's why I went to size thirty-eight's for thirty-one's I'm rich and I can never get tired of dirty funds It's a shame, instead of carrying knowledge we carry guns [Hook] [Outro: Nu Jersey Devil] I mean, I don't know what ya'll n***as thought man. Ain't no b**h in me p**y. This what the f** we do man. Black Wall Street livelihood n***as bleed like guts, so I ain't never shook We sitting here with the chopper, homie that's a good look My n***as a chef, he should write a cook book My n***as a crook, and you can get your sh** took And when I say let them hammers fly baby Bust and hit the floor cause they shooting, ain't no maybe And you should watch what you say about a f**ing goon Sounds From The Devil Part 3 coming soon