[Intro: DJ Paul]
Dj Paul, Three Six Mafia, you scared two thousand three-six it's goin' down

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
You scared, ho (What, what, what)
You scared, ho (What, what, what)
You scared, ho (What, what, what)
Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys
You scared, ho (What, what, what)
You scared, ho (What, what, what)
You scared, ho (What, what, what)
Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Bustin' with that .45, make them bitches back it up
Catch them ridin' on them thangs make them bitches jack it up
Hear they got that product man make them bitches bag it up
Finally got that money man make them bitches sack it up
Take it to the spot man now its time to crank it up
Don't play tomorrows a brighter day I gotta pack it up
Means I bees the first up on the block I guess to rack it up
Pocket full of stones, oh boy, I gotta track it up
Fuckin' with you snitches, mane don't make me wanna hang it up
But lookin' at a empty plate don't make me wanna keep it up
Any n***a with that work gon' make me wanna creep it up
Eventhough my pockets done got deep, they ain't got deep enough
Wishin' I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough
I keep it in the hood to rob a n***a tryna to sleep it up
And it’s bout the time I get my bag then I need it up
Time to find another boy, time I gettin' a re-it up
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitches scared
I think that they scared of me
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitches scared
I think that they scared of me
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Which one of you rappers wanna feel them shots?
Sayin' that Juicy J fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic Glock
Stand infront of your house, I'm 'bout to buck you cowards on the spot
Heard you talkin' loud, actin' tough, I guess to gain your props
Mane, this ain't no radio station, boy, quit tryin' to pump your watch
Police yellow tape, somebody blood they wipin' with a mop
What a witness saw when we here, roll on down your corner block
The mafia boys we got the toys make you drop it off
Pass me the gun, I take the handle then saw it off
Bust in the bank and make you faint before I knock it off
Humm on the drank and full of dank ready to break the law
I see them fuzz, I see we won 'cause I won it all
So fucken scared you talkin' gahos want it oh want it oh
But we don't care we like em dallas standin' ten feet tall
Buckin' you, blastin' you, watch you splatter on the fuckin' wall
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitches scared
I think that they scared of me
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitches scared
I think that they scared of me
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Creepin' carefully through the street because it's very real in the field
Ain't no love for pity, ain't nobody cut you no deal
Everyone I know they do whatever just to get a meal
Or whats in the bottle or the baggie or whats under seal
Careful of the company, you keep everyone a treal
'Cause when robbers, mobbers, double jaw just to bust appeal
You got hustlers, dealers, bankin' every town every field
Guess what? I don't hang around the brothers so so massengil
[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]
Crunchy Black in this bitch, I'm bout to bring the pain
Ain't no gang in my slang do you understand
Mess with me, then your messin with the grownest man
Where I'm from, from the slum, n***as shootin' a thang
On the run, now you see me in the papers, man
They was tryin' to stop a n***a from doin' his thang
Can't ya' mug, is the song that I'm singin', man
Hypnotize got me gold diggin' for the chain

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitches scared
I think that they scared of me
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
I think you bitches scared
I think that they scared of me
I think I got 'em scared
I think that they scared of me
Kickin' in the door I make them bitches hit the floor for keys