Strapped Down Wit A Gun

[Intro:]
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 [Verse 1:]
 It's my perogative to cock a glock have you not to live
 get to dumppin on yo relatives
 if they start to fussin
 I'ma get to bustin
 on anybody out of line
 Hennessy in my body and a .9
 rotty shotty doin naughty crimes
 wit a quarter pokin out a dime
 when you ride in the coupe deville itch
 use to kill like a rider not a manakin
 nigga posted wit a automatic steady panicin
 instead of scramblin I'm damagin
 any nigga take me for granted
 have that figured cause that nigga'z bigger
 I wont hesitate to let'em have it
 I'ma addict
 addicted to rappin weed in blunts and dope in plastic
 wen the gun and the clip attaches
 niggaz get lit like a book of matches
 but hustlaz takin action cause nigga gotta get paid
 quick to put a snitch niggaz in a ditch for the fact they bitch made
 for a big face $20 bill
 theres plenty of niggaz that i'll peal
 like a banana in south sacromental sicc wit cliff and I'll back up
 I don't give a fuck bout where we at CUZ
 longs we in the city of sac you just betta watch yo bro
 call me T NUTTY
 for the green money I'll leave you leakin bloody red
 creepin up like last flowheakin tweakin off what my cuddy said [cuddy said Nutty man]
 these niggaz think that we dummies man
 posted up like Al Bundy wit a blondy off bom we rapped up like a mummy
 [Chorus x2:]
 It's do or die nigga got me strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun) Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 fam its do or die nigga got me strapped wit a gun
 they say I need to stop it but I'm cocky cause I'm on one
 [Verse 2:]
 Do to the fact that I'm off that yac
 right now I'm feelin on sympathy
 fuck a timonthy or anyone callin they-self my enemey
 off the hennessy lost my energy
 cuz I was smokin inner city bom wit my folk
 most of the niggaz is Locs crush you wit a open paw
 give up the dope or nigga get choked
 matter a fact snatchback by throat strangled wit rope
 now tangled up in the game wit out yo coke
 cuz you prevoked a nigga wit scope snipe a nigga from the scova
 hand it over man empty yo pocket I wonder knock you out yo nova
 cuz of the doja and sova gettin over on me
 cuz on my street we don't play that runnin gay cats up a tree
 so wen theres beef I be stealin like a thief straight to the mouth like Keith
 cuz I'm that nigga dats slicker than grease
 pull out the weapon and sweat'em like Keith
 fucc the police if they after me tryna capture but they cant
 wen I arrive I got five on the fate
 my nigga nate get the dank
 and if it stank cause of that sticky icky
 blow it lets get stupider
 the bom I smoke is nuclear
 it'll have you higher than jupiter
 [Chorus x2]
 [Verse 3:]
 the gardens my neck of the woods and gonna be there for good
 so all you wannabe niggaz theres only 1 Nutty-Nut so fucc yo hood
 I give it like a nutt shood
 dumpin wen them peckerwoods comin after me
 the reason why I be buzzin cause I'm runnin wit cuzzin Anthony
 so pass the weed so I can be thinkin of another tragedy
 instead of aonther brother I rather smother the police academy
 but niggaz is always mad at me
 stare at Nutty wit an attitude
 but it don't matter lil bitty dude
 I'm not Mr. T but I pity fooz
 if you getty rude part of the game maintain wen it rain
 you betta be doin thang its tryna pass if you cant hang
 you'll be beggin that bitch for change
 I'll be changin my step from right to left
 I'm like a pit that I'll fight to the death
 kickin it wit killa sqiderz kept
 dont try to creep cause I already crept
 up on ya and I'd tried warn ya that gun
 bigger than that nigga Panther nigga run
 watch yo step cause niggaz these days get hurt
 it be them scary fellows wearin fairy yellows
 that get tooken off the turf
 lookin up at the dirt
 [Chorus x2]
 [Guy's voice:]
 now I was tryna figure out why the guy was sayin what he was sayin, Nicky just hitt'em
 no matter how big a guy mite be, Nicky will take'em on
 yo beat Nicky wit fist, he comes back wit a bat
 you beat'em wit a knife, he comes back wit gun
 and if you beat'em wit a gun you betta kill'em
 cuz he'll keep comin back and back until wanna of you is dead
 [Verse 4:]
 why you actin like you know me homie
 bite like arachnophobia
 hold it right bro cause I'm that nigga on the terria
 right now if not a nutty get out of here if you loud after the rotty shottysta
 swollow the bottle of Vodika
 feelin like pullin a lick on the Mafia
 remind me up on a cop
 like Mr. Officer lick cock
 this is how we setup shop
 load up tec and wet up a glock
 and a bitch nigga I respect not
 kiss my ass from Sac to Albany
 all the niggaz that you saw wit me was mothafuckin G
 A N G S T A tryna do betta than yesterday
 chasin chedda instead of stressin betta cop you a weapon cause we bang
 in a strange world where we hang out together
 fuck what they talkin bout nigga whatever
 look its my nigga Keith Sweat we all got the weapon for dumppin we dumppin for pepper
 nigga from peter piper
 most of my 24th streetaz liferz
 maybe they stayin for shereddin gettin locked for case
 earn stripes like Tony the Tiger
 I'ma South Sider
 if you not a rider then you can roll
 but the rest of us wen we checkin punks
 [provisionally]
 suckerz play low
 [Chorus x4]
 we crippin
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 my nigga
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 we gangstaz
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 South Side
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 sly
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 no body
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 we bangin
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 T-Nutty
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 Loc
 Strapped down wit a gun (wit a gun)
 Thats how we gon do it nigga
 Strapped down wit a Gezzell
 .9z whatever nigaa