Lyrics:
And the voters are stupid they judge the book by it's cover
Chorus: Crime scene colon these cold streets we patrol on
Trying to get a hold on kids strapped with
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
the middle of noon
Is it a dream or its true?
Open my eyes and I’m watching Yugi-oh at five
Gotta get those cards, so I stole those cards, that’s the way I
a Paul and Juicy J track
[Chorus: x2]
Its the first of the month, I wanna stunt so playa I'ma kick it
Straight to the car lot this Cadillac I gotta
(fully strapped)
Fully loaded with ammo we step on the scene, we aim and we bang (bang)
I'm walking surrounded by flames like Monday night raw I'm hotter
a long way from them trenches
It was yesterday that we was
Strapped up with extensions
Mama told me chill but I
Ain't never wanna listen
And it felt like
snakes, so I gotta ride by my lonely
Nigga's rather be in their bag, but I stay gettin' this money
But I gotta get this cash, ain't no playin' this ain't
get the lips on your
Pussy swole playin' that pussy role
I got bars like phone car reception
But stay strapped like back packs, gat black
Biggie Smalls
Lebron James wrist when I'm fucking with yaper
Hit the trap, stay down watch the paper wake up
Booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
(half
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Now I'm gonna tell you bout this flippin
When I ride down the strippin
Bentley rolls on these hoes
Couple months a nigga be
belles la ma le lo
It ain't my fault say me get swag
Just gotta back it up with just 2 steps
Cause we
Swag up swag up
Strapped up strapped up
And my niggas
you won't ride for me
Don't sit there and lie to me
Don't come round here
With that cap tho
Cause i stay dropping heat
Gotta get it by any means
Cause
blessed by the one
Covered in peace but strapped wih a nine
Protected and winning with God on my side
For him I will live and for him I will die
This world
strapped up, even in the booth
I'm out the window with my draco, ready to shoot
Now baby tell me do you feel me?
Gotta stay high, will I survive, In the city
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
Countdown till the load touch down
Whole team up now
Bullet proof the benz and the trucks now
Riding strapped up now
Kill any nigga tryna zoe me
on a tee
Seven six two if it curve like a J
Strapped in the Stu just recording with jay
Throw the strap in my boot get pulled over by the jakes
Stop asking
going Blade today
Rolling up dope is a past time
If them niggas stay broke they the bad guys
Gotta cover my approach from the fast eyes
Black boy with
back to school can't stay in no book
Can't get at you then your man get took
We ain't playing by the rules we ain't playin by the book
When you jump
can I stay
Ain't looking for no bae, she chasing bags and real estate
Keep it solid while these niggas playing in her face
We face these J's it make her
Lebron James wrist when I'm fucking with yaper
Hit the trap, stay down watch the paper wake up
Booming out the house and J asking for a waiter
(half
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
the streets, fingers strapped on the D
Saran Wrap tout' le lit, now I gotta watch for the leaks
Korey got the money, mais moi j'ai rien à t'donner
So now that
your move you gotta know your lane homie
All you got's your name and your words will never break
For this life you pay a price you get a chance you
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