Strap Up lyrics

[Mr. Serv On]
I like to get that wild thing, street or city
Huh? What ya'll bout?
Huh? What you bout?

You bout some gangsta sh*t, I'm bout some gangsta sh*t
They bout some gangsta sh*t, we bout some gangsta sh*t
You bout some gangsta sh*t, I'm bout some gangsta sh*t
They bout some gangsta sh*t, we bout some gangsta sh*t

Ya'll n*ggas call your self killas
But ya'll don't know the f*ck a killa is
Oh I represent my block and I don't give a f*ck about his
I done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big Pun
And ain't no b*tches on theirs
And I done roll through Watts where the mutherf*cka killin
And never motherf*ckin stop
Or in St. Louis, where a n*gga break your muthaf*ckin' neck
And step in your chest n*gga that's what the f*ck I call respect
They ask me why the f*ck I write these type of words
Go to Memphis n*gga and ask every n*gga
Why the f*ck you steal so many quarter birds on the curb
Better yet, go to Chi Town and ask every n*gga in the Y 100's
Friend Town or Madison Ave., why the f*ck they wanna put they pistol down
Cause we soldiers n*gga, with out a f*ckin life
And I don't give a f*ck what city your from
n*gga put em up cause it's on tonight