Strapped Feat. Guilty Simpson
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...And the barrel follows it
Look man, you believe that here?
Look man, let me try to explain
There he go! Hey, man...
What's going down?
Oh, God! For real
Yo, let me hit it, let me hit it
Take it man, let me hit it
I sit on the end at the movies and let my feet stick out
Any nigga with a problem get his teeth chipped out
Fuck around and get your flea picked out
My Nina Ross is like Wendell DeFrost when this heat kick out, out
Bring your heater when you come to the D
That's why the invitation reads B-Y-O-G
Beyond focus, graduated from the ranks of hopeless
Great shot, my gun scopeless
It's Detroit's turn, sit back and learn
While we kick back and earn, sip Yak and burn the best weed
You wanna challenge my theory? My nigga, let's bleed
Turn the Great Lakes into the Red Sea
I smell the bitch in you niggas from here
I'm in your face so I'm positive you're hearing me clear, yeah
It's all year, there will be no faking
So you pussy niggas should consider relocation
We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery, strapped
Living the life, this ain't rap, nigga
It's Guilty and J-Live attacking you
Got a script for the acting up, action!
We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery, strapped
Living the life, this ain't rap, nigga
It's Guilty and J-Live attacking you
Got a script for the acting up, action!
It ain't the game we play, but the way that we playing
Mad to beat it and J.D. to spray it
Yo, for the getaway and shaking the haters
Fuck saying names, making them famous
Spare fuck bully shit, so you don't need them house shoes
Or nothing, just like what P.I. niggas amount to
When we bounce through, don't get nervous
You get snow service on some no shoes, no shirt shit
Is it serious here? Wait for the verdict
It won't be in your favor, the case and the jury is bribed
You can compare it to mace in the eyes
Spit it, it burns, you better learn I'm one of the greatest alive
Got something to say? Choke on the balls
J-Live invade, it's over for y'all, motherfuckers
We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery, strapped
Living the life, this ain't rap, nigga
...Rapid fire, double action
Got a script for the acting up, action!
We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery, strapped
Always it's like this