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Goodie Mob

Genres: Hip-Hop

Y'all Scared Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together 

Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go 

If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared 

Many a bitch, represents, and is led 

Whichever way no I'm not gay 

And really don't give a fuck bout what you doin 

Long as I pave the way 

For my SouthWest GA warriors 

To come in packs, to feed, takin what we need 

To succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road 

We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory 

Makin our life one big story to tell 

Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body 

I got proof, I'm not scared 

 

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If you scared, say you scared 

 

Who's scared? 

In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant 

The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me? 

Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy 

Polished to shine, the season to rhyme 

Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground 

Been lookin for love, now I bubble like suds 

Others flew sky high, while others were duds 

Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods 

Situation they change, like faces and names 

Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame 

Man down or not, man plans or plots 

Give a FUCK what you think, we ain't movin out this spot 

And I'm out 

 

If you scared, say you scared 

 

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Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense 

Niggaz on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) 

At age fifteen they start smokin Billy Clint' 

Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went 

Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed 

Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped 

Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack 

Wasduced to hispanic communities and blacks 

But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention 

Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it 

Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded 

You scared, she scared, they scared, I said 

They scared they scared to talk about it 

Bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it 

 

If you scared, say you scared 

 

February 1st, 1975's my birthdate 

The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday 

I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank 

But if you see me on the Ave, you betta believe I tote that shank 

So what y'all though bruh? 

I gotta protect my name and what we fought for 

Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer 

No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings 

Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning 

The, the Goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off 

But now it's time I lay low 

Cause I believe the track gon' cut off 

Psych, the track is bumpin like pussies on some dykes 

So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight 

Cause my heart don't pump no Slushee 

You touch my niggaz you touch me 

I blow up the micraphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me 

Yeah 

 

Heat'll make anything move 

Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool 

Just cause the name say Goodie, you take us for fools 

Out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, I go off like mines 

Blowin suckers to smithereens, we was never folks 

If we fell out over this lil' cream 

Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams 

We live like Kings, and die like fuckin men 

I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down 

Ain't no openin up shop, we already established 

You lap doggin, we boss hoggin 

Grown men, don't beg for attention 

Keep wishin, high heels clickin 

Paper champions, leavin with they feet behind 

Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve 

On the bottom bunk, holla at me 

Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya 

Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence 

In da head, missin ounces, zip code, eight miles 

Suckas, think I got they package 

But they still eatin moo-moo, oink-oink 

And fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl 

 

The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it 

So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B 

Still standin for somethin while y'all fallin for nothin 

Stop dyin over this lil concrete and lil paper 

We get this shit together our power's enormous 

You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth 

You scared, you scared, say you scared 

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