[Hook: Scarecrow]



Because me really love to make a stang

Yes, yes, the high capitol make me touch ya man

[x6]



[Verse 1: DJ Paul & Scarecrow]



I'm scopin' out ya busta cause I got no lov-ez owe ya

I got green Chevy wid a trunk that'll hold ya, down

'Til I reach my part of town Blackside bound clown

Shoot ya down, have ya ever heard the sound of a S-K auto round, trick

Ditch a bitch in a second click, quick

On a rapper for the hell of it

Similar to love that I got for Three six sixness in the heart of me

Cause my bizzody wid a love for robbery



[Scarecrow]

Scarecrow wid the cloudy smoke flyin' out my mouth

The little hundred rounds give it to me now, or me pow

Me cock a slug drop you in thee mud, in thee blood

Eventually you pass away and then me choke on me bud

Me wonder why smokin' the thunder

me sneak away hunt out a nigga for money

I start to share out all ah the money

and me do not stop until that bloody Sunday

No matter sunshine or rain

Man shut the fuck up and give me everything



[Hook x4]



[Verse 2: Juicy J]



Back in the days, as a kid I played stick 'em up

Now I'm gettin' buck, gained nuts

Robbin' armored trucks

Walkin' through the streets of Hyde Park

When it's pitch dark

Comin' out the cuts, wid a gat

When I'm ready to rob

Hard to my job

I was makin' bustas think twice

Thinkin' that I'm fuckin' nice

Knowin' I'll make they body ice cold

Then throw 'em in the hideaway where bodies lay

Wid them thangs, we'll split ya brain

When we stang..



Because me real, because me real

Because me real, because me really love to make a stang..

[x5]