I Know U Strapped lyrics

by

Bun B


[Chorus: sample of "Project Pat - Drive By"]
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n*ggas like to get full of that weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you's a killa

[Intro]
Hol' up
Smoke somethin' b*tch
Sweet Jones
The Sweet Jones Stories
Know what I'm talking bout?
P-I-M-P

[Verse 1]
I know you strapped, but you still a f*cking b*tch n*gga
Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't sh*t n*gga
And if you don't shut the f*ck up, you'll get hit n*gga
And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
I went to Dallas and some b*tches tried to test me
But my nuts too big to let a pus*y n*gga check me
And I ain't laugh, b*tch n*ggas don't disrespect me
You shoulda killed me, b*tch the first day that you met me

[Chorus X2]
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n*ggas like to get full of that weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a killa
[Verse 2]
I told you n*gga I don't f*ck wit no K. Rude
When I was young that n*gga f*cked me out some paper dude
But'cha called him to the studio that was across
But b*tch you almost got your homeboy broke off
Cause Uncle Paul was gonna hit him 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 wet up

[Chorus X2]
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n*ggas like to get full of that weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you's a killa

[Verse 3]
The next night I'm at the kitchen makin' hits and ends
I see some n*ggas drivin' funny in a square-like Benz
And sure enough it was that b*tch that put me in the cross
The first line in my mind was to pick him off
I said "f*ck him, let's don't do it yet, let's let him talk
But if that b*tch go for his pistol we gon' kill him off"
I told that girl of that mafia life, b*tch
And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions and consequence
[Chorus X2]
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n*ggas like to get full of that weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you's a killa

[Verse 4]
You n*ggas week so you call Houston for the hit
But didn't know that we got gangsta n*ggas all over this b*tch
So now you b*tches gotta deal with the king, hoe
Cause you done crossed me three times, we just can't let that go
And to that phony 2Pac that threaten my precious momma
You and me down to get some beats for life, you'll feel the drama
They gon' be flyin' ya to the center for that gun-shot trauma
You could get hit in your Bentley or your purple Impala

[Chorus]
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n*ggas like to get full of that weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you's a killa

[Outro: talking over Chorus]
b*tch
You ain't no gangsta n*gga
f*ck-ass n*gga
You ain't slappin' nothing here junior
Better get yo mind right b*tch
Dedicated to all you old stick daddy-ass n*ggas
[Outro: "Scarface - Murder by Reason of Insanity"]
Boy, you should've known not to f*ck with me b*tch X4
Cause I'm a put it dead on yo ass when you reach

You can eat a di*k
Ol' 2Pac wanna be-ass n*gga
Get your brains blew out on your dashboard, b*tch
Goin' down
Sweet Jones
Platinum b*tch!

[Outro 2: "Scarface - Murder by Reason of Insanity"]
What happened, my brother?
He just laid there shaking, bleeding like a muthaf*cka
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