U Scared
Black-Ty Lyrics


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Black-Ty, David Banner, Lil Scrappy
Down South what you scared of, nigga what!

As soon as I walked in the club
I start lookin' for a girl who suck dick like she made it up
I know you out there somewhere
Baby don't keep it to yourself, share
To all the freaks let me see ya
Drop it like it's hot and make me a believer
I know, there's a whole lot of freaks in the Dirty Dirty
Muh'fuckers gettin' high feelin' flirty flirty
Dem Down South boys be the craziest
Dem West Coast boys be scandalous
Dem Midwest niggas be dangerous
The East Coast boys doin' it big
When I leave the club I got my Cadillac on twenty four's
Sittin' outside, chrome-plated from the West side
To all you bitch-ass haters you ain't gutter
I triple-dare you to cross the line muh'fucker

You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
Who scared, who scared
Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
Who scared, who scared
Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga what!)

(C'mon) You a part-time rapper, full-time fag lover
Should I throw up threes, throw a rock, every motherfucker
get naked, lay yo' rich bitch ass on the flo'
But you already dropped up but I want some mo'
Cash get it out from yo' ass, laugh with a money bag
And catch a quick toe tag, ho, ass, nigga!
And ain't no rappers gettin' acquitted
Shit you scared don't admit it or catch a slug in yo' fitted
Yea hey, hollow-points like cue balls, bank at
Off yo' forehead, still watch it run through
Man I'm crunk like some white boys sippin Mountain Dew
Coppin' Viag', I like yo' sister, say no
Cause I jump off in a six-fo' and dump on a ho
Bitches get down on the flo' and yell "There that nigga go!"
And I hunt y'all the truth, I don't give a fuck about yo' flag
I ain't never gang bang, I just rob you for yo' cash punk, nigga

You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga what!)
Who scared, who scared
Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga what!)

Ay, ay, ay, scrap, ay (c'mon)
Yeah I'm posted in the club, on the Patron
I'm in the corner shawty leave me alone (oh)
And the security keep trippin', he gon' get a ass whippin'
I'ma hit him on up with the chrome
Shawty now it's on, I tried to increase the peace
But these hatin ass niggas done release the beast
Yeah I'm back (yeah I'm back) couldn't hail a cab
But that don't mean shawty I won't whup yo' ass
Hang him over my head in a torture rack
Make his stomach see the other fuckin' side of the bag
But I don't think you want that kind of trouble man
And you don't look like you got a gun in your hand
You average, I hit you up across yo' cabbage
Take yo' girl with me cause she a bad bitch
Scream at me Black-Ty, get it crackin'
That what happenin', Zone 3

You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga what!)
Who scared, who scared
Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga what!)

C'mon, ah! Black-Ty!
Lil Scrappy, David Banner, yeah!




Frontline Boyz, makin all that noise!
He ain't playin right

Overall Meaning

In "U Scared", Black-Ty, David Banner, and Lil Scrappy open up the song by asking who is scared, as they assert their dominance and their fearless personalities. Black-Ty starts the song by looking for a girl in the club who is "making it up" as she sucks dick. He soon asks all the freaks to drop it like it's hot and make him a believer. The chorus repeats with the trio daring anyone to admit they're scared, as they continue to assert their dominance.


Later, Lil Scrappy adds in his own verse, describing himself as posted up in the club drinking Patron, as he asserts that he is not to be messed with. He dares anyone to try and fight him, and warns that if they do, they'll be hit with a torture rack that will make them see the other side of the bag. Throughout the song, the rappers emphasize their unique regional characteristics - the craziest Down South boys, scandalous West Coast boys, dangerous Midwest niggas, and East Coast boys "doin' it big."


Overall, "U Scared" is a song about asserting power and fearlessness in the face of anyone who might try to challenge them. The rappers are showing off their strength and daring anyone to try to take them down, emphasizing their dominance and fearlessness.


Line by Line Meaning

Down South what you scared of, nigga what!
I'm from the South and we don't act scared, what's your deal?


As soon as I walked in the club I start lookin' for a girl who suck dick like she made it up
I came to the club looking for a girl who can perform oral sex well.


I know you out there somewhere, Baby don't keep it to yourself, share
I know there are girls in the club who are good at what I want, share with me.


To all the freaks let me see ya
I'm looking for all the wild ladies out there, show me what you can do.


Drop it like it's hot and make me a believer
I want to see you shake and dance so well that I become a believer.


I know, there's a whole lot of freaks in the Dirty Dirty
I'm aware of how many wild girls there are in the South.


Muh'fuckers gettin' high feelin' flirty flirty
People are getting high on drugs and feeling flirty in the club.


Dem Down South boys be the craziest
Us Southern boys are known for being the wildest and most daring.


Dem West Coast boys be scandalous
The guys from the West Coast are often up to no good.


Dem Midwest niggas be dangerous
The guys from the Midwest are often dangerous.


The East Coast boys doin' it big
The guys from the East Coast are prosperous and doing well.


When I leave the club I got my Cadillac on twenty four's
When I'm done partying, I leave in my fancy Cadillac with 24-inch rims.


Sittin' outside, chrome-plated from the West side
My car is shiny with chrome rims from the West Coast.


To all you bitch-ass haters you ain't gutter
To everyone who doesn't like me, you're not as tough as you think.


I triple-dare you to cross the line muh'fucker
I dare anyone to cross me or challenge me.


You a part-time rapper, full-time fag lover
You're a rapper who also loves men, that's all you are.


Should I throw up threes, throw a rock, every motherfucker get naked, lay yo' rich bitch ass on the flo'
I might start a fight, and if I do, everyone better get naked and hit the floor.


But you already dropped up but I want some mo', Cash get it out from yo' ass, laugh with a money bag
You've already given me some money, but I want more. Get it from your pocket and let's laugh together.


And catch a quick toe tag, ho, ass, nigga!
And end up with a tag on your toe, because you're a useless person.


And ain't no rappers gettin' acquitted
No rapper is being found innocent when they're in trouble with the law.


Shit you scared don't admit it or catch a slug in yo' fitted
If you're afraid, don't show it or you might get shot in your hat.


Yea hey, hollow-points like cue balls, bank at
I have bullets that are as round as pool balls, and they're going straight for you.


Off yo' forehead, still watch it run through
I'll shoot you in the head, and watch the bullet go through.


Man I'm crunk like some white boys sippin Mountain Dew
I'm really turnt up, like some white guys drinking Mountain Dew.


Coppin' Viag', I like yo' sister, say no
I'm buying Viagra, and I like your sister, even though she might say no to me.


Cause I jump off in a six-fo' and dump on a ho
I'll pull up in my car and shoot someone in the street.


Bitches get down on the flo' and yell 'There that nigga go!'
Girls throw themselves at me and scream when they see me out and about.


And I hunt y'all the truth, I don't give a fuck about yo' flag
I'm being honest, I don't care about your banner or what you stand for.


I ain't never gang bang, I just rob you for yo' cash punk, nigga
I don't join gangs, but I'll rob you for your money.


Ay, ay, ay, scrap, ay (c'mon)
Hey, hey, hey, let's go, let's get this party started.


Yeah I'm posted in the club, on the Patron
I'm chilling in the club, enjoying some Patron.


I'm in the corner shawty leave me alone (oh)
I'm trying to stay out of trouble and not get attention.


And the security keep trippin', he gon' get a ass whippin'
The security guard is bothering me, and he's going to get beaten up.


I'ma hit him on up with the chrome
I'll use my gun to threaten the security guard.


Shawty now it's on, I tried to increase the peace
Now it's time to start a fight, I tried to be peaceful and avoid it.


But these hatin ass niggas done release the beast
But these guys who want to start trouble have made me angry and aggressive.


Yeah I'm back (yeah I'm back) couldn't hail a cab
I'm back in action, even though I had a hard time finding a taxi.


But that don't mean shawty I won't whup yo' ass
But that doesn't mean I'm not going to beat you up.


Hang him over my head in a torture rack
I'll grab you and put you in a hold that is designed to hurt you.


Make his stomach see the other fuckin' side of the bag
I'll cause so much damage to you that you'll need a bag to hold your guts in.


But I don't think you want that kind of trouble man
But I don't think you really want to get into that kind of situation.


And you don't look like you got a gun in your hand
You don't seem like you're prepared to fight back or protect yourself.


You average, I hit you up across yo' cabbage
You're just an ordinary person, but I'll still hit you in the head.


Take yo' girl with me cause she a bad bitch
I'll leave with your girl, because she's a really attractive woman.


Scream at me Black-Ty, get it crackin'
Call out my name, Black-Ty, and let's start the action.


That what happenin', Zone 3
This is what's going on right now, in Zone 3.


You scared, you scared
You're afraid, you're afraid.


You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
You're really afraid and I can tell, what's up with that?


Who scared, who scared
Who's afraid, who's afraid.


Who scared motherfucker who scared (nigga WHAT!)
Who's really afraid and why?




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DAVID BANNER, CALVIN BROADUS, WILLIAM COOPER, TYRESE DARNELL GIBSON, O'SHEA JACKSON, LA MARQUIS JEFFERSON, CRAIG LOVE, JAMES PHILLIPS, DARRYL RICHARDSON II, JONATHAN H SMITH

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