Beat Down - "Mista Dj Paul, Juicy "Low Down" J, Gangsta Boo

I got some brass knuckles for the bitch who try to fuck with me

Got a steel tote for the nigga who try to duck me

Walls stained with brains from the bitch that owe me

Say she got some static, slip and get that tag on the toe see

Ain’t the type of motherfucker that get real filled with that anna

I’m the type of motherfucker that’ll fill you full of that ammo

These suckers be claimin they servin, they sprayin, them bitches I blow out

they candle

I handle the shit like that, Scarecrow ain’t for no ho games

For the ones that didn’t know, Scarecrow brain kinda strange

Aim my pistol strike you dead on the nostril

Bitch don’t test the Scarecrow cuz the Scarecrow kinda hostile

Sock yo ass with a buckshot in yo wind pipe

What the fuck is a fair fight, Scarecrow tryin to take yo life

Stomp you in yo face til there’s no light and no sound

Look at you now, just another punk beat down

I’m aiming for your face, so that’s where the bullets will go

Niggas be talkin that shit on these tapes

But they don’t do it in the streets

So I hang with my rap crew, named the Serial Killaz

And do, all my dirt with the Backyard my real niziggas

Cuz when somethin goes down the whole crew gotta clown

Shoot one you gotta shoot 'em all

And still you gotta leave town

Cuz the Killaz don’t play, in the nina tre

Listen to the words I say

Bring it on nigga bring it on nigga this way

And watch that shit you be talkin on beat put to an entry

Bring yourself, your family, and your groupie friends that be

Talkin on yo tape and sayin you got some anamosity

But you can’t tell cuz in the streets you never say nothin to me

We thicker than concrete that’s why we be runnin clowns

Different hoods come together that’ll beat all of you down

And Backyard niggas love to clown on tricks like you

That’s why you get beat down

Cruisin' through the Downtown blocks, Red Bull in my lap

Paul staring, I’m loading the gats

I’m ready to spit some fuckin cap, now

I heard them bitch ass niggas been talkin all that shit again

Fuck all that mixtape dissin', fina put them bustas to their end

They don’t know Scarecrow is on the real-zeal

Paul lets hit them faggot motherfuckers up Im ready

Lets stop at the store, let me get some beer and papers

Lets get tore up on this crop before we give these niggas the favor

I pass the brew to the back, then Napoleon grabs it

Him and Lil Buck in the back, they loadin automatics

Thinkin about they summer mix, gettin pissed off what they said

Damn now I really wanna cut them bitches heads

They dead, I see them bitches y’all, yo lets get 'em Paul

Pull down your mask and make sure you get 'em all

This ain’t no bullshit, take you motherfuckers down

Duck ya head, watch yo back bitch, or ka-pow