[Intro: DJ Paul & Juicy J]
Get the fuck up! Yes sir
Yes sir
Project Pat!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Hypnotize Minds!
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
C'mon!
[Chorus]
We strapped, we hot
We strapped, we hot
We strapped━ We strapped
We strapped━ We strapped
We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever
We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever
We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever
We ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
Sometime these niggas like to extra trip
That’s why I always pack extra clips
Sometime these niggas like to extra trip
That's why I always pack extra clips
[Verse 1]
What you lookin' at, punk? (whatcha lookin’ at?), you wanna get some?
I got the dual slug loaded in my shotty-gun
The double-barreled kind, black tape around the butt
It'll put a hole in you like a glazed donut (Glah!)
I got it in the car, the drink got your lips tossed (Talkin' bout you boy)
I'm beatin' gashes in your head like a sunroof
A young nigga's only dreams was sellin' keys of doe
I got the weed and the chopper with the breather holes
Talkin' ’bout me and my niggas? I can see you, though
In VIP we smokin’ purp and drinkin' plenty more
Shootin’ guns in the lot like a rocket (Come and it my nig')
If niggas wanna fight, we can pitbull lock it!
[Chorus]
We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever
We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever
We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever
We ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
Sometime these niggas like to extra trip
That's why I always pack extra clips
Sometime these niggas like to extra trip
That's why I always pack extra clips
[Verse 2]
Pistol packin’, never slackin', suckas get a head-crackin'
Purple smoker, dollar folder, body get a lead smackin'
From the bullets, when I pull it out, squeeze trigger back
Coward did a lot of talk, 40 blew the nigga's back
All to pieces, never see us, North North, straight beastses
Outgunnin', never runnin', mari-a-juana leafes
Jealousy never ceases, breath smell like some feces
Bark like a wolf, but your heart like some straight misses
Hood, rep in the air, throw some bows, throw a chair
Security and police up in here, pimpin', we don't care
A nigga violate, we gon' serve him on a platter
Banana clip cocked, and the K bullets scatter
[Chorus]
We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever
We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever
We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever
We ready for whatever, we ready for whatever
Sometime these niggas like to extra trip
That's why I always pack extra clips
Sometime these niggas like to extra trip
That's why I always pack extra clips