Inspectah Deck - Nobody Scared lyrics
[Inspectah Deck - Nobody Scared lyrics]
I'm the gladiator, General Max
Resident patient, stay sick
That’s a medical fact
That's my House Gang set in' it back
Settin’ the track
Only hood you be in, got a sweater attached
I'm in the pit's with the bulls and wolves
Clip fulls in tools, strip
Fools, cliques, groups, and crews
Sip Bulls, spit blues for dues
Split grooves, who's you
Ain't no stoppin', this dude's the truth
Like number 34, Paul Pierce, I ball fierce
Push your wig back, then roll up in pallbears
For years, I swung hard as Tyson's cross
Tore the roof off in white tee's, Nikes
And shorts fuck mic’s in The Source
I’m tryin' to live like a crime boss
Mansion, garage, five bikes, and a Porsche
It’s the high price of power
And your life's the cost
So it's pressure on you birds
Like them dike's up north
Only seen with the flyest of
Queens in two seaters
Size double duece on the
Shoes with tube speakers
East side, duckin’ the 5
In these mean streets we beast UD's
Man it's nuthin' to ride
If it's war, I'm leavin' nuthin' alive
It's on to the grave
Then I'mma catch your ass on the other side
So run and hide, and pray to God stay low
Before we step through you niggas
Like the Stargate hole
It's the HG's, UDZ's we king size
Box you up like a order of
Five wings and fries nigga
(You ain't heard nigga)
Box you up like a order of
Five wings and fries nigga
They all talkin' gangsta
(But ain't nobody scared)
They neck is full of diamonds
(But don't nobody care)
They claim they got millions
(But ain't no millionare)
They say they in the hood
(But you neva see 'em there)
They all talkin' gangsta
(But ain't nobody scared)
They neck is full of diamonds
(But don't nobody care)
They claim they got millions
(But ain't no millionare)
They say they in the hood
(But you neva see 'em there)
Yeah, we in the motha
Resident patient, stay sick
That’s a medical fact
That's my House Gang set in' it back
Settin’ the track
Only hood you be in, got a sweater attached
I'm in the pit's with the bulls and wolves
Clip fulls in tools, strip
Fools, cliques, groups, and crews
Sip Bulls, spit blues for dues
Split grooves, who's you
Ain't no stoppin', this dude's the truth
Like number 34, Paul Pierce, I ball fierce
Push your wig back, then roll up in pallbears
For years, I swung hard as Tyson's cross
Tore the roof off in white tee's, Nikes
And shorts fuck mic’s in The Source
I’m tryin' to live like a crime boss
Mansion, garage, five bikes, and a Porsche
It’s the high price of power
And your life's the cost
So it's pressure on you birds
Like them dike's up north
Only seen with the flyest of
Queens in two seaters
Size double duece on the
Shoes with tube speakers
East side, duckin’ the 5
In these mean streets we beast UD's
Man it's nuthin' to ride
If it's war, I'm leavin' nuthin' alive
It's on to the grave
Then I'mma catch your ass on the other side
So run and hide, and pray to God stay low
Before we step through you niggas
Like the Stargate hole
It's the HG's, UDZ's we king size
Box you up like a order of
Five wings and fries nigga
(You ain't heard nigga)
Box you up like a order of
Five wings and fries nigga
They all talkin' gangsta
(But ain't nobody scared)
They neck is full of diamonds
(But don't nobody care)
They claim they got millions
(But ain't no millionare)
They say they in the hood
(But you neva see 'em there)
They all talkin' gangsta
(But ain't nobody scared)
They neck is full of diamonds
(But don't nobody care)
They claim they got millions
(But ain't no millionare)
They say they in the hood
(But you neva see 'em there)
Yeah, we in the motha