Boosie Badazz & C-Murder - Strapped Up lyrics

[Intro] Money beats Boosie Badazz n***a And I keep my sh** n***a, it's part of my outfit Just like I put on my shoes I put on my stray Believe that n***a Got my sh** all in a [?] sh** my n***a [Verse 1] See I talk sh** cause I'm boss sh**, you is just a juvenile You could die, he could die, believe me I'm all homicide I got my strap, C got his strap We just bossy yes we got bread so we don't kidnap If I'm f**ing with that, I'm f**ing with it asap And everything that I wet, it ain't a act it's a fact I got a vest in my rack so if you shoot at my back, it's worthless Turn around and start to bawl like some churches Man we ball close with some police when it come to k**ing Ya'll bogus Ain't no alright in my bed when I see you see, ain't posing I see [?] ride that pony, seven kicks, Roney dead Still I lay off easy man with seven prices on my head Keep it in the club with me, f** the fame Man I get off the pain's waiting at the bailer's claim And it ain't no ratting in me n***a Ain't jumping, I'm dunking If you looking for me n***a I ain't stunting I'm coming, I'm strapped [Hook] If I got my strap and he got his gas Don't f** with me homeboy I'm f**ing with that See me as a block boy A Cali young pall head And I'm from the south n***a You see what we bout n***a If I got my strap and he got his gas Don't f** with me homeboy I'm f**ing with that See me as a block boy A Cali young pall head And I'm from the south n***a You see what we bout n***a [Verse 2] I say what I mean ya'll, don't slip when I give way They say that I slung bird, but believe that I moonbird A chick and the fish tails, the murderer don't tell tales The goons that tells tales, the ones ain't make bail The goons that make jail, they lying on they name dawg They lying on the dick too, they the ones that fall off See n***as say anything for a little respect yes Like an accident waiting to happen, n***a a trainwreck Took a picture and frame that with a Glock in my right hand And I sleep with that same Glock on the top of my nightstand See life is a crap game, grab all your crap out But Boosie ain't dead dawg, that n***a with the strap out The one with the MAC out on a post at the crack house They go to the stash house they busting then smash out He mad cause he breathing is easing, no memories He mad cause his breathing is [Hook] If I got my strap and he got his gas Don't f** with me homeboy I'm f**ing with that See me as a block boy A Cali young pall head And I'm from the south n***a You see what we bout n***a If I got my strap and he got his gas Don't f** with me homeboy I'm f**ing with that See me as a block boy A Cali young pall head And I'm from the south n***a You see what we bout n***a