I know ya strapped

But you cowards like to play hard

But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge

See *z like to get full of dat w**d 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 f**king b***h n***a

Ya talkin' bumpkin cause I know you ain't s**t n***a

And if you don't shut the f**k 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 niggga check me

And I ain't laugh b***h *z don't disrespect me

You shoulda killed 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 *z like to get full of dat w**d and liquor

Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

I told you n***a I don't f**k wit no paid route

When I was young that n***a f**ked 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 h*e

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 *z like to get full of dat w**d 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 *z drivin' funny in a square like Benz

And showin' nothing but that b***h that put me in the cross

The first line in my mind was to pick him off

I said f**k him let's go do it yeah let's let him talk

But if that b***h gon' pull his pistol we gon' kill 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 *z like to get full of dat w**d and liquor

Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

You *z week so you call Houston for the hit

But didn't know that we got gangsta *z all over this b***h

So now you b***hes gotta deal with the King h*e

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 b***hes 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

But you cowards like to play hard

But knowing that you don't wanna catch a murder charge

See *z like to get full of dat w**d and liquor

Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

You ain't no gangsta n***a

F**ker a*s n***a

You ain't slappin' nothing here junior

Better get your mind right b***h

Dedicated to all you old stiff daddy a*s *z

I'm a put it dead on yo a*s when it which

What happenin' my brother

He was layin' there shaking and bleeding like a mother f**ker

All you Tupac a*s wanna be *z

Get your brains blew out on your dashboard b***h

Goin' down

Sweet Jones

Platinum b***h