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PIMP C : I Know You Strapped lyrics

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PIMP C lyrics : "I Know You Strapped"

I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge

See ^!$$%z like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you'se a killa


Sweet Jones Story
Know what I'm talking bout?
P-I-M-P


I know you strapped, but you still a $#&@ing (*##$ ^!$$%
Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't %#@! ^!$$%

And if you don't shut the $#&@ up, you'll get hit ^!$$%
And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
I went to Dallas and some (*##$es tried to test me

But my nuts too big to let a #[email protected] niggga check me
And I ain't laugh, (*##$ ^!$$%z don't disrespect me
You shoulda killed me, (*##$ 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 ^!$$%z like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa


I told you ^!$$% I don't $#&@ wit no paid route
When I was young that ^!$$% $#&@ed me out some paper dude

But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross
But (*##$ 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 ^!$$%z like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa


The next night I'm at the kitchen makin' hits and ends
I see some ^!$$%z drivin' funny in a square-like Benz

And showin' nothing but that (*##$ that put me in the cross
The first line in my mind was to pick him off
I said $#&@ him let's go do it, yeah let's let him talk

But if that (*##$ gon' pull his pistol we gon' kill him off
I told that girl what this mafia's like (*##$
And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions across this (*##$


I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard

But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See ^!$$%z like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa


You ^!$$%z week so you call Houston for the hit
But didn't know that we got gangsta ^!$$%z all over this (*##$

So now you (*##$es 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 (*##$es 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 ^!$$%z like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa


You ain't no gangsta ^!$$%
$#&@er $$# ^!$$%

You ain't slappin' nothing here junior
Better get your mind right (*##$
Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy $$# ^!$$%z


When you? shoulda known not to $#&@ with me (*##$ [screwed & chopped]
I'm a put it dead on yo $$# when it which
What happenin' my brother?
He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother $#&@er


All you Tupac-ass wanna-be ^!$$%z
Get your brains blew out on your dashboard (*##$
Goin' down
Sweet Jones

Platinum (*##$!

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