[Intro]
Black-Ty, David Banner, Lil Scrappy
Down South what you scared of, N***A WHAT!!

[Black-Ty]
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 (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 n***as be dangerous
The East Coast boys doin it big (doin it big)
When I leave the club I got my Cadillac on twenty-fo'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 (fucker)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker you scared (n***a WHAT!)
Who scared, who scared
Who scared motherfucker who scared (n***a WHAT!)

[David Banner]
(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, n***a!
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 n***a 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, n***a

[Chorus]

[Lil Scrappy]
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 (ohh)
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 n***as 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

[Chorus]

[Outro]
C'mon - AHHHH! Black-Ty!
Lil Scrappy, David Banner, YAHH!
Frontline Boyz, makin all that noise!
He ain't playin right, tchh, PAUSE!