I know ya strapped

But you cowards like to play hard

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

See niggas 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 nigga check me

And I ain't laugh, bitch niggas 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 niggas 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 K Rude

When 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 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 niggas 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 niggas drivin' funny in a square-like Benz

And sho' enough it was 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, run, this Rap-A-Lot mafia life, bitch

And if you ever try it it's gon' be repercussions and consequence

I know ya strapped

But you cowards like to play hard

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

See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor

Snort a line in you mind now you a killa

You niggas weak so you call Houston for the hit

But didn't know that we got gangsta niggas all over this bitch

So now you bitches 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

You and V-90 is some bitches for life, you’ll 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 niggas 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 niggas

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 2Pac-ass wanna-be niggas

Get your brains blew out on your dashboard bitch

Goin' down

Sweet Jones

Platinum bitch!