Kickin In Doe/I Think They Scared - DJ Paul

You scared ho

You scared ho

You scared ho

Kickin in the doe I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

You scared ho

You scared ho

You scared ho

Kickin in the doe I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

Bustin with that 45 make them bitches back it up

Catch them riding on them thangs make them bitches jack it up

Hitty got the pot maine make them bitches back it up

Finally got that money maine make them bitches sack it up

Take it to the spot maine now it’s time to crank it up

Don’t play tomorrow brand new day I got to pack it up

That means I got to be the first on the block I got to rack it up

Pocket full of stones so boy I got to track it up

Fuckin with them snitches maine make me want to hang it up

But looking at a empty plate make want to keep it up

Then that nigga who you with you work make me want to creep it up

Though my pockets done got deep ain’t got deep enough

Wishing I can rob me a bank but I ain’t thief enough

I keep it in the hood to rob a nigga try to steep enough

And it’s bout the time I get my bags and then I need it up

Time to find another boy time to get re it up re it up

I think I got them scared you scared of it ho

I think you bitches scared you scared of it ho

I think I got them scared you scared of it ho

Kickin in the I doe make them bitches hit the floor for keys

I think I got them scared you scared of it ho

I think you bitches scared you scared of it ho

I think I got them scared you scared of it ho

Kickin in the doe I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

Kickin in the doe I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

Riding Crown Vic with 23's just because of these

Triple 6 mafia niggas with this units in the back of me

My baller piece snautin dry mouth fucking falculty

Thinking I’mma get it we went and caused a tragedy

Keeping them niggas with they hands out my B-I-Z-B-A-T

Niggas got them toys and we gone to play with them

Feeling fuckin cleanse to the top so we gone spray with them

Fucking them dikes in 2000 maine them bitches better lay it down

If they stop and stutter maine they gone to make a nigga clown

Boy you them cheese we these knifes and we gone to get a slice

Fallin across town showing out right here you gone to pay the price

Use our own nigga how you figga that this wouldn’t come

Had a chance to front me one but now you got face my gun face my gun

Black a man it’s time for you count it out

Nigga said it out lights out bitch time is out ho