I Know You Strapped

I know ya strapped
 But you cowards like to play hard
 But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
 See niggaz 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?
 P-I-M-P
 I know you strapped, but you still a fucking bitch nigga
 Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't shit nigga
 And if you don't shut the fuck up, you'll get hit nigga
 And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
 I went to Dallas and some bitches tried to test me
 But my nuts too big to let a pussy niggga check me
 And I ain't laugh, bitch niggaz don't disrespect me
 You shoulda killed me, bitch 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 niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
 Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
 I told you nigga I don't fuck wit no paid route
 When I was young that nigga fucked me out some paper dude
 But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross
 But bitch 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 O.G., 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 niggaz 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 niggaz drivin' funny in a square-like Benz
 And showin' nothing but that bitch that put me in the cross
 The first line in my mind was to pick him off
 I said fuck him let's go do it, yeah let's let him talk
 But if that bitch gon' pull his pistol we gon' kill him off
 I told that girl what this mafia's like bitch
 And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions across this bitch
 I know ya strapped
 But you cowards like to play hard
 But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
 See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
 Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
 You niggaz week so you call Houston for the hit
 But didn't know that we got gangsta niggaz all over this bitch
 So now you bitches 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 bitches 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 niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor
 Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
 You ain't no gangsta nigga
 Fucker ass nigga
 You ain't slappin' nothing here junior
 Better get your mind right bitch
 Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy ass niggaz
 When you shoulda known not to fuck with me bitch {screwed & chopped}
 I'm a put it dead on yo ass when it which
 What happenin' my brother?
 He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother fucker
 All you Tupac-ass wanna-be niggaz
 Get your brains blew out on your dashboard bitch
 Goin' down
 Sweet Jones
 Platinum bitch!