Scared Now lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Chorus: The Game]
Who the f*ck scared now?
Look who the f*ck dead now
Had to hit him with the shotty, n*gga
Another dead f*ckin' body, n*gga
Gangstas, this is how we roll
Jesus piece and it's solid gold
Versace polo and a pound of dro
Hop in that Ghost then it's adiós
Who the f*ck scared now?
Who the f*ck scared now?

[Verse 1: The Game]
Chased that n*gga down, put him on WorldStar
b*tch n*gga got away in his girl car
Put that pus*y on the net like a porn star
Another weenie with bread, he a corn dog
Put three holes in his head like a bowlin' ball
I'm out the gutta switchin' lanes in a stolen car
f*ck the feds 'cause a n*gga got a murder charge
f*ck it though, got the cover of the Murder Dog
I dress up like the pizza man, load the Desert Eagle and
I don't just hit ya team, I wet the whole bleachers, damn
Specialize in the murder game
Doc*mentary sh*t, back to Hurricane
Now tell a n*gga
[Chorus: The Game]
Who the f*ck scared now?
Look who the f*ck dead now
Had to hit him with the shotty, n*gga
Another dead f*ckin' body, n*gga
Gangstas, this is how we roll
Jesus piece and it's solid gold
Versace polo and a pound of dro
Hop in that Ghost then it's adiós
Who the f*ck scared now?

[Verse 2: The Game]
I'm the most feared rap n*gga
Like a Just Blaze beat, I clap n*ggas
This ain't a Just Blaze beat, this ain't wrapped, n*gga
Voletta Wallace lost her son to a gat, n*gga
What if I told y'all I know who killed Biggie, dawg?
I ain't no snitch but if I did, it ain't no biggie, dawg
'Cause that's Biggie, dawg
All this comin' out the mouth of the n*gga you used to know as bein' 50's dawg
But I got tired of being 50's dog
Had to break my chain and cut that n*gga 50 off
Whole team celebratin', label on my di*k hard
Interscope asking, would I take 50's call?
"Hello? Put up ten mill for a real n*gga
Drop this joint album and we'll kill n*ggas"
G-Unit!
[Chorus: The Game & Meek Mill]
Who the f*ck scared now? (Scared now)
Look who the f*ck dead now (Dead now)
Had to hit him with the shotty, n*gga (Shotty, n*gga)
Another dead f*ckin' body, n*gga (Yo)
Gangstas, this is how we roll (How we roll)
Jesus piece and it's solid gold (Solid gold)
Versace polo and a pound of dro (Pound of dro)
Hop in that Ghost then it's adiós (Adiós)
Who the f*ck scared now? (Huh?)
(Who the f*ck scared now?)
Who the f*ck scared now?
(Yeah, Meek Milly)

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
All these n*ggas claimin' they O.G.s, my young boys'll murder them
Cold shooters that's sixteen and they ain't even never heard of them
I slide through, I get a bird to them
And they drive through and they servin' them
These n*ggas talkin' that beef sh*t, I put bread on it, no burger bun
We walk up in this b*tch like, "What?"
Rollie on my wrist light up
Told these n*ggas, "Can't do it like us"
Cîroc boy and I do it like Puff
With a hundred bottles, a hundred models
No Twitter, we ain't come to follow
Straight shots and no Moscato
I f*ck them hoes, don't give a f*ck 'bout 'em
Now tell me who's scared now? (Now)
Shots fired, man down (Down)
Dead bodies get found (Found)
That chopper clip spits rounds (Blaghh)
And real n*ggas get murdered (Murdered)
Top dogs get it first (First)
He came to me in that Benz (Benz)
And he left from here in a hearse
Woah!
[Chorus: The Game]
Who the f*ck scared now?
Look who the f*ck dead now
Had to hit him with the shotty, n*gga
Another dead f*ckin' body, n*gga
Gangstas, this is how we roll
Jesus piece and it's solid gold
Versace polo and a pound of dro
Hop in that Ghost then it's adiós
Who the f*ck scared now?
Who the f*ck scared now?

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