Pimp C - I Know U Strapped lyrics

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!