Seven The General - Strapped lyrics

[Chorus] I got them straps in my bed Them racks on yo head [Intro] You know what it is n***a Seven Mile sh** n***a, Seven the General, yep [Verse 1] Look Straps all on my mattress, Big Chopper, no Hatchet, on the seat with me in traffic Quarter Key on me in plastic, Got a baggie full of baggies 15x15 I be sacking You thief a piece, we playing snatchies, Got a squad of body snatchers head hunting no Apache Black Hawk him down before we scalp him, Bayonet on front the barrel put deniro on your Ralphie. It's strap, after strap, after strap in this b**h we be going with swat It's rack, after rack, after rack in this b**h I'm controlling a vault A sack of the thrax and mac of that dog I'll have all of you mauled Then run through the mall, with Rudy & Paul dropping off scripts like we men of the cloth Long as ain't no sh** involved, we gone hit a lick tomorrow or we gone let that 50 off Tell migo whip me up a brick of raw, or we gone leave Carlito like the Beatle, "near the box cars" .. SEVEN [Chrous] [Verse 2] n***a Racks all on my mattress, tool with me no ratchet, got a dude with me no accent (Hablo no English) Just threw them rucci's on a cla**ic 442 with posi-traction, on them troopers I be dancing At M.T.U. they call me Manson, I have a b**h come move that package, if we loose she shoot them crackaz My lifes a movie script, no actors, known for Rollin no gymnastics, taking trips without the acid It's band, after band, after band in this b**h but no trumpets or drums It'f fam, after fam, after fam in this b**h, n***a, nothing but BUMS. It's brown over tan, or the coke by the gram, selling dope in the slums I load up a Van, and get all of my manz, and give all of them grands and put all of them ON Long as ain't no snitching dogg, Cuz he gone come up missing dog, then we gone get his b**h tomorrow Slanging beads like it's mardi gras, catch you in the D throw him a Evergreen party dogg.. SEVEN [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yea I got it on me, I don't go nowhere without it, pull it out and get to blowing Cocaine so white, they think it's snowing, in that 740 rolling, low key while they patrolling 7 Mile the hood, you know I'm going, even though I'm off parole they out here sweeping for them Warrants Caught n***as sleeping while they snoring, pockets full of bond money, left the precinct by the morning I'm out of this b**h and I'm back on the strip in a matter of ticks Then fall through the mall with some dollars to ball, then get back to the chips NO fu*kS for the law, got a daughter to spoil she needs more than a fit So know if its dough on the floor for the CHO imma train him to go he gone shake like a pit And we gone keep on whipping n***a, big ole pot of greens, promethazine know your prescriptions n***a I leave the scene ain't no descriptions n***a, dollars on your head I'll blow your brain like an addiction n***a .. SEVEN - written by Seven the General