I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n***as like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you'se a k**a
Sweet Jones Story
Know what I'm talking bout?
P-I-M-P
I know you strapped, but you still a f**ing b**h n***a
Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't sh** n***a
And if you don't shut the f** up, you'll get hit n***a
And we'll put seven in your stomach through yo Hilfiger
I went to Dallas and some b**hes tried to test me
But my nuts too big to let a p**y n**ga check me
And I ain't laugh, b**h n***as don't disrespect me
You shoulda k**ed me, b**h 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 n***as like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a k**a
I told you n***a I don't f** wit no K Rude
When I was young that n***a f**ed me out some paper dude
But to call him to the studio that wasn't cross
But b**h 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 ho
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 n***as like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a k**a
The next night I'm at the kitchen makin' hits and ends
I see some n***as drivin' funny in a square-like Benz
And sho' enough it was that b**h that put me in the cross
The first line in my mind was to pick him off
I said f** him let's go do it, yeah let's let him talk
But if that b**h gon' pull his pistol we gon' k** him off
I told that girl what this mafia's like b**h
And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions across this b**h
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge
See n***as like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a k**a
You n***as weak so you call Houston for the hit
But didn't know that we got gangsta n***as all over this b**h
So now you b**hes gotta deal with the King ho
Cause you done crossed me three times, we just can't let that go
And to that phony 2Pac threatenin' my precious momma
??? its b**hes for life you feel the drama
They be flying you to the center for that gun-shot trauma
You could get hit in your Bentley or your Purple 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 n***as like to get full of dat weed and liquor
Snort a line in you mind now you a k**a
You ain't no gangsta n***a
f**er a** n***a
You ain't slappin' nothing here junior
Better get your mind right b**h
Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy a** n***as
When you... shoulda known not to f** with me b**h {screwed & chopped}
I'm a put it dead on yo a** when it which
What happenin' my brother?
He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother f**er
All you 2Pac-a** wanna-be n***as
Get your brains blew out on your dashboard b**h
Goin' down
Sweet Jones
Platinum b**h!