I’m So f*ckin Scared lyrics

[Chorus]
Wh-why? Why? Why?
I'm so f*ckin' scared
They say—
They, they, they say nothing's confusin'
Wh-why? Why? Why?
I'm so f*ckin' scared
Money and the power, money and the power
Why-why? Why? Why?
I'm so f*ckin' scared
They say—
They, they, they say nothing's confusin'
Why-why? Why? Why?
I'm so f*ckin' 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 n*ggas
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 sh*t
We used to wear them ski mask, when we needed money
But the sh*t became a headache, 'cause so many n*ggas 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 f*ckin' scared
[Chorus]
Wh-why? Why? Why?
I'm so f*ckin' scared
They say—
They, they, they say nothing's confusin'
Wh-why? Why? Why?
I'm so f*ckin' scared
Money and the power, money and the power
Why? Why? Why?
I'm so f*ckin' scared
Why-why? Why? Why?

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I called all my n*ggas up, 'cause I was goin' broke again
Dixie Homes, Woodlawn, n*ggas finna make some ends
Homicide, n*gga-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 n*gga Lo
That lets you know, we was f*ckin' with some heavy weights
Kill a b*tch, dump 'em in a ditch, quick, f*ck a pistol play
Full of the Bull and the bud, and I'm high enough
Nerd f*cker, 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 n*gga dropped flat on his knees
Damn, he scared the sh*t outta me
Let go, my yayo 'cause I ain't with that bullsh*t
Come to find out
Lil Pimpin' was a Jehovah witness, damn
I'd better stop all this bullsh*t, before bad luck hit
I was so f*ckin' 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 b*tch 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 b*tches better be scared