pimp c – i know you strapped lyrics
i know ya strapped
but you cowards like to play hard
but knowing that you don’t wanna catch a murder charge
see n-gg-z like to get full of dat weed and liquor
snort a line in you mind now you’se a killa
sweet jones story
know what i’m talking bout?
pimp
i know you strapped, but you still a f-cking b-tch n-gg-
ya talkin’ b-mpkin cause i know you ain’t sh-t n-gg-
and if you don’t shut the f-ck up, you’ll get hit n-gg-
and we’ll put seven in your stomach through yo hilfiger
i went to dallas and some b-tches tried to test me
but my nuts too big to let a p-ssy niggga check me
and i ain’t laugh, b-tch n-gg-z don’t disrespect me
you shoulda killed me, b-tch the first day that you met me
i know ya strapped
but you cowards like to play hard
but knowing that you don’t wanna catch a murder charge
see n-gg-z like to get full of dat weed and liquor
snort a line in you mind now you a killa
i told you n-gg- i don’t f-ck wit no paid route
when i was young that n-gg- f-cked me out some paper dude
but to call him to the studio that wasn’t cross
but b-tch you almost got your homeboy broke off
cause uncle paul was gonna hit it from the front door
the whole time i had my eyes on this yellow hoe
tryin’ to talk like an og, better shut up
before you get you and your homeboys whipped up
i know ya strapped
but you cowards like to play hard
but knowing that you don’t wanna catch a murder charge
see n-gg-z like to get full of dat weed and liquor
snort a line in you mind now you a killa
the next night i’m at the kitchen makin’ hits and ends
i see some n-gg-z drivin’ funny in a square-like benz
and showin’ nothing but that b-tch that put me in the cross
the first line in my mind was to pick him off
i said f-ck him let’s go do it, yeah let’s let him talk
but if that b-tch gon’ pull his pistol we gon’ kill him off
i told that girl what this mafia’s like b-tch
and if you ever try it it’s gon’ be repercussions across this b-tch
i know ya strapped
but you cowards like to play hard
but knowing that you don’t wanna catch a murder charge
see n-gg-z like to get full of dat weed and liquor
snort a line in you mind now you a killa
you n-gg-z week so you call houston for the hit
but didn’t know that we got gangsta n-gg-z all over this b-tch
so now you b-tches gotta deal with the king hoe
cause you done call it three times, we just can’t let that go
and to that forty-two pocket and my precious momma
??? its b-tches for life you feel the drama
they gon’ bring you to the center for that gun-shot drama
you could get hit in your bentley or your impala
i know ya strapped [screwed & chopped]
but you cowards like to play hard
but knowing that you don’t wanna catch a murder charge
see n-gg-z like to get full of dat weed and liquor
snort a line in you mind now you a killa
you ain’t no gangsta n-gg-
f-cker -ss n-gg-
you ain’t slappin’ nothing here junior
better get your mind right b-tch
dedicated to all you old stiff daddy -ss n-gg-z
when you… shoulda known not to f-ck with me b-tch [screwed & chopped]
i’m a put it dead on yo -ss when it which
what happenin’ my brother?
he was layin’ there shaking and bleeding like a mother f-cker
all you tupac–ss wanna-be n-gg-z
get your brains blew out on your dashboard b-tch
goin’ down
sweet jones
platinum b-tch!
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