Pimp C - I Know You 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***as 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***as 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***as 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 K Rude 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 ho 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***as 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***as drivin' funny in a square-like Benz And sho' enough it was 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***as like to get full of dat weed and liquor Snort a line in you mind now you a k**a You n***as weak so you call Houston for the hit But didn't know that we got gangsta n***as all over this b**h So now you b**hes gotta deal with the King ho Cause you done crossed me three times, we just can't let that go And to that phony 2Pac threatenin' my precious momma ??? its b**hes for life you feel the drama They be flying you to the center for that gun-shot trauma You could get hit in your Bentley or your Purple 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***as 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***as 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 2Pac-a** wanna-be n***as Get your brains blew out on your dashboard b**h Goin' down Sweet Jones Platinum b**h!