50 Cent - Get The Strap lyrics

[Intro:] Trilogy [Chorus: 50 Cent] Yap, yap, go get the strap Yap, yap, go get the strap Yap, yap, go get the strap Go get the strap n***a, go get the strap [Post-Chorus: Casanova] f** that, n***as out here active blood What's brackin'? You'll never catch us lackin' blood You stupid, you think we ain't packin 'blood f** wrong with you? I don't like the way you actin' blood (Get up off me) [Verse 1: Uncle Murda] Get the grip, find a opp, give him the whole clip (bang) That's what's called pulling up, shoot up the whole whip That's his man, hit him too, that n***a down with him Take his grand, see who else be hanging around with him He could get it, him too, n***a go get the strap Load it up, spin the block, I know where them n***as at (where?) Where they at? Who they with? Them n***as gettin' smoked Line 'em up; they ain't hard to find, all them n***as broke (stupid!) Old dog, Nino Brown, Michael Jordan, what? Be like Mike, yeah right, I wanted to be like Tyke (woah!) Big cuban, flooded Rollie, I see ya eyin' it (I see) Get ya clapped if I think you think about trying it [Verse 2: 6ix9ine] A'ight so boom, first up all y'all n***as s** my dick Matter of fact, s** my dick with your mothers lips (stupid!) Ah, ah, ah! n***as runnin' out they mouth Y'all dead-a**, like I won't punch you in your f**ing mouth Matter of fact I'ma smack fire out you boy Are you dumb? I'ma beat the brakes off you boy You some "gas what I smoke, n***a" (bang bang) Nah, on this dick your mother choke n***a [Chorus: 50 Cent] Yap, yap, go get the strap Yap, yap, go get the strap Yap, yap, go get the strap Go get the strap n***a, go get the strap [Post-Chorus: Casanova] Man f** that, my n***as 'bout that action blood Catch one frame, my n***as got that strap in blood They scrapping, my n***as get to clappin'', blood f** wrong with you? I don't like how you actin', blood (Get up off me) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I am not gang gang I do not gang bang Don't play me like I'm p**y, I will pull up and bang bang n***as get knocked out, then say they gon' pop out Hop out, ooh, wop out, and air the whole block out Blow the whole stock out, and I'm 'bout what I'm 'bout I'm a one man band, I bring the drum out and dump it Bend your block, one o'clock, blowing the trumpet I'm with the sh**s, my n***as still hit the licks I'm stupid rich, still doing some stupid sh** You n***as know the vibes, scared to come outside That's the third time you've been got, second time you was shot Your man just ain't your man, he saw us first and f**ing ran We on a different type of time, you on some different sh** Now n***a, don't you play with me, play with a b**h I ain't ran into a problem that I can't fix Hit your a** upside the head with a full stick [Chorus: 50 Cent] Yap, yap, go get the strap Yap, yap, go get the strap Yap, yap, go get the strap Go get the strap n***a, go get the strap Yap, yap, go get the strap Yap, yap, go get the strap Yap, yap, go get the strap Go get the strap n***a, go get the strap