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Y'All Scared
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T-Mo
T-Mo
Lead Vocals
Big Gipp
Big Gipp
Lead Vocals
Khujo
Khujo
Lead Vocals
Big Boi
Big Boi
Lead Vocals
"Slim" Jim Smith
"Slim" Jim Smith
Background Vocals
Jermaine Smith
Jermaine Smith
Background Vocals
Preston Crump
Preston Crump
Bass Guitar
Tomi Martin
Tomi Martin
Guitar
Chanz Parkman
Chanz Parkman
Keyboards
Dré
Dré
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
Robert T. Barnett
Robert T. Barnett
Songwriter
Willie Knighton Jr.
Willie Knighton Jr.
Songwriter
Cameron Gipp
Cameron Gipp
Songwriter
André "3000" Benjamin
André "3000" Benjamin
Songwriter
David Sheats
David Sheats
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Outkast
Outkast
Executive Producer
David Sheats
David Sheats
Producer
John Frye
John Frye
Recording Engineer
Ralph Cacciurri
Ralph Cacciurri
Recording Engineer
Jason Rome
Jason Rome
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kenny Stallworth
Kenny Stallworth
Assistant Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Claudine Pontier
Claudine Pontier
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Executive Producer
L.A. Reid
L.A. Reid
Executive Producer
Babyface
Babyface
Executive Producer
Mr DJ
Mr DJ
Mixing Engineer

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Piece by piece this puzzle comes together Sever your ties with the bad guys let the lies go If you wanna be a hoe go 'head and don't be scared Many a bitch represents and is led Whichever way no I'm not gay And really don't give a fuck bout what you doin Long as I pave the way For my SouthWest GA warriors To come in packs to feed takin what we need To succeed you know what we gon' do, on this road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our life one big story to tell Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body I got proof, I'm not scared If you scared, say you scared Who's scared? In this world I'm Gipp, in second the mutant The third the Geechee, how many ways can you reach me? Now most be scully, went from clean to muddy Polished to shine, the season to rhyme Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground Been lookin for love, now I bubble like suds Others flew sky high, while others were duds Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods Situation they change, like faces and names Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame Man down or not, man plans or plots Give a fuck what you think, we ain't movin out this spot And I'm out If you scared, say you scared Yo, paragraph indent, I make intense sense Niggaz on that Gil Scott dope (hint hint) At age fifteen they start smokin Billy Clint' Now he's twenty-one and wants to know where the time went Hey hey hey what's the haps? Well see your time elapsed Have you ever thought of the meaning of the word trapped Baboon on your back, but what's sad is that crack Was introduced to hispanic communities and blacks But then it spread to white and got everyone's undivided attention Cause your daughter is on it and you can't hide it Maybe your son tried it, rehab too crowded You scared, she scared, they scared, I said They scared they scared to talk about it Bout it bout it bout it bout it bout it If you scared, say you scared February 1st, 1975's my birthdate The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank But if you see me on the Ave, you betta believe I tote that shank So what y'all though bruh? I gotta protect my name and what we fought for Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning The intro, the Goodie we kinfolk, nigga it's fin to jump off But now it's time I lay low Cause I believe the track gon' cut off Psych, the track is bumpin like pussies on some dykes So if you scared say you scared cause everybody can die tonight Cause my heart don't pump no Slushee You touch my niggaz you touch me I blow up the micraphone like Marilyn Manson, you can't hush me Yeah Heat'll make anything move Even Tyson, can get laid down, with this tool Just cause the name say Goodie, you take us for fools Out they rabbit ass mind, don't give me mine, I go off like mines Blowin suckers to smithereens, we was never folks If we fell out over this lil' cream Or let some soft legs come in between our dreams We live like Kings, and die like fuckin men I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down Ain't no openin up shop, we already established You lap doggin, we boss hoggin Grown men, don't beg for attention Keep wishin, high heels clickin Paper champions, leavin with they feet behind Zap em for the pumpkin, at twelve On the bottom bunk, holla at me Six to the left, last one, can't turn over with dirt on ya Slain dead, devils, don't have enough to purchase my essence In da head, missin ounces, zip code, eight miles Suckas, think I got they package But they still eatin moo-moo, oink-oink And fowl-fowl-fowl-fowl The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo.B Still standin for somethin while y'all fallin for nothin Stop dyin over this lil concrete and lil paper We get this shit together our power's enormous You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth You scared, you scared, say you scared
Writer(s): Cameron F. Gipp, David A. Sheats, Antwan Patton, Andre Benjamin, Willie Edward Knighton, Robert Terrance Barnett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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