I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n***az like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you'se a k**a
Sweet Jones Story
Know what I'm talking bout?
P-I-M-P
I know you strapped, but you still a f**ing b**h n***a
Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't sh** n***a
And if you don't shut the f** up, you'll get hit n***a
And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
I went to Dallas and some b**hes tried to test me
But my nuts too big to let a p**y n**ga check me
And I ain't laugh, b**h n***az don't disrespect me
You shoulda k**ed me, b**h 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***az like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a k**a
I told you n***a I don't f** wit no paid route
When I was young that n***a f**ed me out some paper dude
But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross
But b**h 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 n***az like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a k**a
The next night I'm at the kitchen makin' hits and ends
I see some n***az drivin' funny in a square-like Benz
And showin' nothing but that b**h that put me in the cross
The first line in my mind was to pick him off
I said f** him let's go do it, yeah let's let him talk
But if that b**h gon' pull his pistol we gon' k** him off
I told that girl what this mafia's like b**h
And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions across this b**h
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n***az like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a k**a
You n***az week so you call Houston for the hit
But didn't know that we got gangsta n***az all over this b**h
So now you b**hes 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**hes 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***az like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a k**a
You ain't no gangsta n***a
f**er a** n***a
You ain't slappin' nothing here junior
Better get your mind right b**h
Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy a** n***az
When you
shoulda known not to f** with me b**h [screwed & chopped]
I'm a put it dead on yo a** when it which
What happenin' my brother?
He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother f**er
All you Tupac-a** wanna-be n***az
Get your brains blew out on your dashboard b**h
Goin' down
Sweet Jones
Platinum b**h!