Stay Strapped lyrics

by

Jeezy


[Intro - Jeezy]
"Stay strapped, stay strapped" repeated in the background
Gyeah!.. Aye!
Y'all already know what time it is, n*gga.. Aye!
Gyeah!.. I'm in the streets every night n*gga, I'm in the club every night n*gga
I don't see these fuccn*ggas mayn, these n*ggas talking on records man
I don't argue with n*ggas on records, I told you fuccboi -- you know what it is with me, n*gga!
You n*ggas Pro-tool Gangstas mayne, know what I'm saying?
Always said you gone sign yourself or kill yourself n*gga
Well you just committed suicide b*tch, I'ma let you know that too!
Aye, let's get it!

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Snowman b*tch, 19.5 a piece (Gyeah!)
So when you take them out the wrap, they as white as your teeth (Daaamn)
Keep choppas on decc, stay ready for beef
Little n*gga scared sh*tless, he can't even sleep (Hahaa..)
And you already know what them K's will do
I'll have them pus*y n*ggas scared to stand next to you! (Gyeah!)
n*ggas talking all tough, steady hiding and sh*t
Even his own mama know, Radric Davis a b*tch! (Yeeeeaah)
To be honest n*gga - there's nothing Gucci about you (Whudd!)
You pus*y, n*gga everything's coochie about you (That's riiight!)
See straight through you n*gga, you's a plastic rapper (Aye!)
n*gga all on my dicc, where's the magnum wrapper? (Hahaa..)
Murdered him on "Black Tee", killed him on "Icy" (Yuh!)
n*gga my biggest fan, don't he sound just like me?
Gassed your ass up, yeah, they played you, n*gga
So I'mma take you bacc apart, cause I made you n*gga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat n*gga did the same thing (Yuh!)
No loyalty, jumped clique to clique
He's a rapping prostitute, he jumped dicc to dicc
"I'm so icy!" and you not icy at all (Aye!)
Your jewelry look like it came out the middle of the mall
This is eskimo sh*t, little n*gga you's a snow cone(Daaamn)
You're in over your head, poccetbook boy go home
Twelve carats, two stones, a hundred thousand a set (Aye!)
My muthafuccin' ears ain't forgave me yet
That old-ass Rolex, you're six years behind me (Aye!)
I got the streets drunk, ya six beers behind me (Wooo)
When you was dreaming bout bread n*gga, I had the money (Gyeah!)
Signed your whole life away for Dodge Magnum money (Aye!)
Still got 92, 93, 94 money!
You rapping ass n*gga, you just getting show money (Aye!)
King of Decatur? I thought you was from Birmingham
Shouldn't've asked for it, if you know you ain't have it man
I got a family in the 'Ville, and it's Crip in the Mac-Town (West Side!)
n*gga you ain't heard? I'm the man in the A-Town
It's some Boyz N Ya Hood do anything for Jeezy
So if I want your little ass touched, you're done, believe me!
[Hook- Jeezy]
(I stay strapped, stay strapped)
pus*y n*gga try to play me, I'ma bust his muthafuccin' head on GP
(I stay strapped, stray strapped)
Let a n*gga run up on me - keep a carbon 1.5, and them choppas with me
(I stay strapped, stay strapped)
pus*y n*gga trying to play me, I'ma bust his muthafuccin' head on GP
(I stay strapped, stay strapped)
Let a n*gga run up on me keep a carbon 1.5, and them choppas with me

[Outro - Jeezy]
1 thing about it, 2 things for sure, 3 things for certain, man... (For certain, n*gga!) We know you a b*tch ass n*gga, n*gga! We know you's a ho, n*gga! Y'all take that n*gga bacc to Central State, n*gga gone crazy. b*tch ass n*gga talking all tough, hiding and sh*t, n*gga! We know you's a fuccboi! We know you gay, n*gga! Get on the ecstasy pills and jump in the shower with your homeboys -- What you think, I ain't know n*gga? (DAMN!) Yeah, I know all about that, n*gga! (Damn..) I know how HB had to buy ya b*tch ass draws, n*gga, 'cause you couldn't afford 'em, n*gga! Went around talking you "Icy" and sh*t now that you done got with some fuccn*ggas And you tough now n*gga - I know you a b*tch, n*gga! Just like I'll slap ya b*tch ass like them n*ggas did in Jazzy T's! (Hahaaa...) You b*tch ass n*gga! Fuccn*gga Wearing jheri curls in his sophomore year, n*gga! You's a ho n*gga, we know about you n*gga. What, you mad cause I outshined you in your video, fuccboi? You couldn't take it no more n*gga? You can't assassinate my character, n*gga; I ain't acting! (Hahaa...)

n*gga, that ain't a real Jacob you wearing either, you fuccazz n*gga: Jacob said he DID NOT make that watch, and you need to get that off, real talk, n*gga! I'ma show you what my G like, what my Cripping like, n*gga! Any n*gga claiming what I claim, that n*gga come to my city or town, n*gga - Handle that n*gga, n*gga hiding from me, dogg! n*gga talking all tough, n*gga runnin and hidin and sh*t n*gga! Real talk n*gga, and I want that muthafuccin' bullsh*t-ass ICEY chain (I want that chain!) 'cause you need to take that monkey sh*t off - you embarassing us, n*gga! Matter of fact, real talk n*gga, I got a bounty on that sh*t n*gga: ten staccs! You know Jeezy ain't fake, n*gga! I know that sh*t ain't worth that much n*gga, but I'mma turn it bacc in n*gga, 'cause the n*gga is embarassing us, cuz. So if he come to ya town, you juss happen to snatch that muthafucca off his necc or knocc that muthafucca off his necc, When I come to your town - shoot it to me, I'mma shoot you the ten staccs man, so I can cremate that muthafucca! (Cremate that muthafucca!)

Know what I'm saying? That sh*t bullsh*t n*gga, real talk, n*gga! All that rich sh*t n*gga, you better stop that n*gga before I take my tennis shoe money and buy out ya contract, fuccboi! Know what I'm talking bout? Real talk, n*gga; my tennis shoe like I said, fuccn*gga! So anytime you wanna see me in the streets like a man while you doin' all this popping on these records n*gga, come see me, n*gga, cause you know what it is, n*gga! (You know what it is!) I'll beat your muthafuccin' ass n*gga, that's on everything! And if any one of you fuccn*ggaz even act like you wanna pull some steel n*gga - let's get to it! C.T.E. n*gga, fucc your record label, company and your crew, n*gga! See me in the street, n*gga! I'm in the club every night, n*gga! Still poppin' bottles doin' my one-two thang, n*gga! Huh, what's craccin', n*gga?! Huh, get at me, n*gga!
Y'all n*ggas ain't talking bout sh*t! Y'all keep cancelling all your shows you making it hard for us to get at you, man; we coming to export you - I mean EXTORT YOU, my bad! b*tch ass n*gga, fucc I look like? I'm grown n*gga!

And like I said before, fuccn*gga... It's still 4th Ward b*tch! Free Slicc Pulla, n*gga!
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