I’m So Fuckin Scared

Lyrics

[Chorus] (Wh-why? Why? Why?) I'm so fuckin' scared They say— They, they, they say nothing's confusin' (Wh-why? Why? Why?) I'm so fuckin' scared Money and the power, money and the power (Why-why? Why? Why?) I'm so fuckin' scared They say— They, they, they say nothing's confusin' (Why-why? Why? Why?) I'm so fuckin' scared Money and the power, money and the power [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] I started off in the hood, tryin' to rob me a lemon I should've started pimpin', 'cause I had plenty of women But they didn't wanna pay a pimpin' player They be actin' strange, you see us niggas All we was thinkin' about, was makin' a stang We hit a couple of fools, for a couple of ki's We came clean with them '93 Cherokee's We used to sell a little dope, for the hell of it But one of my partners got caught doin' the same old shit We used to wear them ski mask, when we needed money But the shit became a headache, 'cause so many niggas be frontin' Ayy, yo, frontin' is another word for high cappin' Tryna show off material things, fool, caught you slippin' He didn't wanna drop it off, so, I shot 'em in the head And after that, I was so fuckin' scared [Chorus] (Wh-why? Why? Why?) I'm so fuckin' scared They say— They, they, they say nothing's confusin' (Wh-why? Why? Why?) I'm so fuckin' scared Money and the power, money and the power (Why? Why? Why?) I'm so fuckin' scared (Why-why? Why? Why?) [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] I called all my niggas up, 'cause I was goin' broke again Dixie Homes, Woodlawn, niggas finna make some ends Homicide, Nigga-9, they set them fools up We got our shotguns, TEC-9s and Glock Dante, he was rollin' in a Chevy with Son Torrie and Blackla and Crazy 2 And Yo Lynch, Lil' Wolf, he was rollin with Julio Chris, Dirty, Kenny, they was ridin' with my nigga Lo That lets you know, we was fuckin' with some heavy weights Kill a bitch, dump 'em in a ditch, quick, fuck a pistol play Full of the Bull and the bud, and I'm high enough Nerd fucker, caught a silly sucker, but he's rollin' in a Lexus The fool had cheese like the government clans and followed this stupid ass negro to his mansion, "Hello" The lemon lame had a briefcase, 211 caught him from behind Stuck that nine in his face "Raise up your hands and drop it off, son" Assed out, the nigga dropped flat on his knees Damn, he scared the shit outta me Let go, my yayo 'cause I ain't with that bullshit Come to find out Lil Pimpin' was a Jehovah witness, damn I'd better stop all this bullshit, before bad luck hit I was so fuckin' scared [Verse 3: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Now I remember back when I was bangin' I wasn't in a gang or nothin', I just were hangin' with my thangs But suckers I didn't like, they started trouble with me We used to blast them hoes, we caught 'em slippin' in the streets See, brothers in the hood ain't changed It's just that reefer, malt liquor and yo, that weed got us actin' strange Little did I know, that them suckers had it goin' on Cause they was makin that M-O-N-E-Y, from sellin' our songs They didn't wanna pay me and 211 our money spot So I had to smack his bitch ass, with my 4-5 Glock The Gat went off, it ricocheted, hit my road dog Everybody was screamin' and thangs So we just balled off And, yo, I marked that fool up off my hit-list You see, that coward, put the blue boys in our business And, yo, it still ain't over, 'til I crack his head Y'all bitches better be scared [Interlude: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Homicyde] [?] [Outro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] [?]