I know ya strapped
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But you cowards like to play hard
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But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
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See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
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Snort a line in you mind now you'se a killa
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Sweet Jones Story
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Know what I'm talking bout?
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P-I-M-P
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I know you strapped, but you still a fucking bitch nigga
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Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't shit nigga
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And if you don't shut the fuck up, you'll get hit nigga
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And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
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I went to Dallas and some bitches tried to test me
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But my nuts too big to let a pussy niggga check me
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And I ain't laugh, bitch niggaz don't disrespect me
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You shoulda killed me, bitch the first day that you met me
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I know ya strapped
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But you cowards like to play hard
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But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
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See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
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Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
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I told you nigga I don't fuck wit no paid route
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When I was young that nigga fucked me out some paper dude
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But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross
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But bitch you almost got your homeboy broke off
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Cause Uncle Paul was gonna hit it from the front door
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The whole time I had my eyes on this yellow hoe
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Tryin' to talk like an O.G., better shut up
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Before you get you and your homeboys whipped up
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I know ya strapped
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But you cowards like to play hard
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But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
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See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
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Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
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The next night I'm at the kitchen makin' hits and ends
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I see some niggaz drivin' funny in a square-like Benz
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And showin' nothing but that bitch that put me in the cross
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The first line in my mind was to pick him off
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I said fuck him let's go do it, yeah let's let him talk
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But if that bitch gon' pull his pistol we gon' kill him off
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I told that girl what this mafia's like bitch
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And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions across this bitch
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I know ya strapped
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But you cowards like to play hard
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But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
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See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
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Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
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You niggaz week so you call Houston for the hit
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But didn't know that we got gangsta niggaz all over this bitch
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So now you bitches gotta deal with the King hoe
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Cause you done call it three times, we just can't let that go
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And to that forty-two pocket and my precious momma
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??? its bitches for life you feel the drama
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They gon' bring you to the center for that gun-shot drama
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You could get hit in your Bentley or your Impala
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I know ya strapped [screwed & chopped]
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But you cowards like to play hard
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But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
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See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
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Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
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You ain't no gangsta nigga
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Fucker ass nigga
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You ain't slappin' nothing here junior
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Better get your mind right bitch
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Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy ass niggaz
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When youa˘ĉ| shoulda known not to fuck with me bitch [screwed & chopped]
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I'm a put it dead on yo ass when it which
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What happenin' my brother?
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He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother fucker
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All you Tupac-ass wanna-be niggaz
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Get your brains blew out on your dashboard bitch
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Goin' down
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Sweet Jones
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Platinum bitch!
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I Know You Strapped
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| Pimp C |
