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I know ya strapped But you cowards like to play hard But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge See niggaz 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 fucking bitch nigga Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't shit nigga And if you don't shut the fuck up, you'll get hit nigga And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger I went to Dallas and some bitches tried to test me But my nuts too big to let a pussy niggga check me And I ain't laugh, bitch niggaz don't disrespect me You shoulda killed me, bitch 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 niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor Snort a line in you mind now you a killa I told you nigga I don't fuck wit no paid route SongtexteWhen I was young that nigga fucked me out some paper dude But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross But bitch 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 niggaz 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 niggaz drivin' funny in a square-like Benz And showin' nothing but that bitch that put me in the cross The first line in my mind was to pick him off I said fuck him let's go do it, yeah let's let him talk But if that bitch gon' pull his pistol we gon' kill him off I told that girl what this mafia's like bitch And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions across this bitch I know ya strapped But you cowards like to play hard But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge See niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor Snort a line in you mind now you a killa You niggaz week so you call Houston for the hit But didn't know that we got gangsta niggaz all over this bitch So now you bitches 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 bitches 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 niggaz like to get full of dat weed and liquor Snort a line in you mind now you a killa You ain't no gangsta nigga Fucker ass nigga You ain't slappin' nothing here junior Better get your mind right bitch Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy ass niggaz When you... shoulda known not to fuck with me bitch [screwed & chopped] I'm a put it dead on yo ass when it which What happenin' my brother? He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother fucker All you Tupac-ass wanna-be niggaz Get your brains blew out on your dashboard bitch Goin' down Sweet Jones Platinum bitch! Aus Songtexte Mania