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Scared Straight
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Scared Straight was released on March 11, 2003 by Aquemini/Columbia as a part of the album Monster
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AlbumMonster
Release DateMarch 11, 2003
LabelAquemini/Columbia
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
Big Gul
Big Gul
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Render
Michael Render
Composer
Archie Hall
Archie Hall
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swiffman
Swiffman
Producer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

A'ight, so you **** wanna know how a **** is up in jail
Servin' a 40 to life sentence
For dope that wasn't even his
Just sit back and listen, I'll tell you
It's a hilarious day boy, and it's a wild, wild chain of events
That get yo ass in here
Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more
(I got a fuckin' funny story to tell you)
They pushed me down and locked me up
Put my face on the floor
(You rem'ber me and big Paul and my whole crew ****?)
They took my money and my credit card
Now I'm poor
(Government snitches are amazing)
Mama, I don't wanna sell, crack no more
(Just listen, only take about 3 minutes, just listen)
After high school, I gained lots of weight
And I ain't talkin' bout calories put on by steak
The recipe I'm cookin' may send me upstate
Use bakin' soda, cook the pie, collect cake
Now Pillsbury, these **** kick down doors
Find out what mills bury
Shit's very intense and criti-cal
And when we drew pistols shit got piti-ful
The first lick was bullshit, a half a brick
We robbed the middle man and a bum bitch, the dumb bitch
But between me and him and that hoe
We walked away with 18 and a bigger score
Some **** named Salvatore from El Salvador
Got silver teeth and a scar on his jaw
Young Antonio Montana, held up mansion north Atlanta
We hit 'em hard as doors hammer, yeah
Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more
(Okay, I know whachu thinkin', it's on righ, we on righ, we on)
They pushed me down and locked me up
Put my face on the floor
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, be patient, be patient, listen to the rest listen, listen)
They took my money and my credit card
Now I'm poor
(Man I feel like a asshole just tellin' you this man)
Mama, I don't wanna sell, crack no more
(Tell the kid to give me the card, check it out)
(Here's where it gets interestin, follow this shit)
The spot had more birds than a pet shop
More gunz than a Vietnam vet, we was set
Loaded up the work and let's jet
My **** big Paul loaded up the U-Haul
A thousand pounds uncut raw
Hold on, whus that I saw in the distance?
Did he have a crew offerin assistance?
Paul said it's prolly nuthin', a small animal or somethin'
My nerves got to jumpin', I swear I heard somethin'
I pointed the 4-5th in the wind and started thumpin'
The blue lights is comin', my crew is runnin'
Cops is everywhere, they keep comin'
All of us sick, and all of us caught, holdin our dick
We robbed the ****, same day the fuckin FEDs hit
We robbed the ****, same day the fuckin FEDs hit
Me and Salvatore fucked up in the mix
That middle man and dumb bitch
Them **** snitched, GOD DAMN
Mama, I don't wanna sell, birds no more
(So young man, that's why the fuck I'm sittin' here wearin' these pants?)
They pushed me down and locked me up
Put my face on the floor
(I hear Salvatore got extradited or some shit)
They took my money and my credit card
Now I'm poor
(The bum bitch that snitched, tss, who knows?)
Mama I don't wanna sell, crack no more
Man I shoulda fuckin' stayed in job corp
Stayed my fuckin ass in job corp, doin dumbass shit
Now I'm fuckin' round witchy'all stupid ass **** too
Ain't no **** in jail but dumb ****
Fuck that, I was stupid, I'm in jail
And most the **** in here with me stupid too
Written by: Archie Hall, Michael Render
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