Texty:
Pimp C I Know U Strapped

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

aside But you know as well as I know that you don't wanna die I give ah fuck about your crew what they wanna do Them niggaz quick tah cock they straps we cock straps

popped I love the titty bars, I love my niggaz, pa Dipset, Pimp Squad, yo, let's get it, pa Yeah, already trill niggaz in this bitch U.G.K., know what

cause y'know who I am The nigga quick to talk shit and don't give a damn I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram I pimp across the land Better

I shoot I never miss And if I played the bass I'd probably pluck it like this... People wanna know what I'm thinkin' but I don't care So I keep my thoughts

the stack And the game that I spit'll put your bitch on the back I'm dressed to kill I love to style I'm the mc you know hoe check my file The big-lip

a fuckin' hood yo [Chorus] [T.I.] I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+ I'll knock ya

guns But I see you with no straps like low-top Air Force Ones And U hollerin bout money ain't got no funds And U rappin on beats using pots for ya drums

s- 'member Me- I'm The One That's Creased- Old English Letters On My Crisp Red Tee.... [Davina:] I See You Papi- U Know U Lookin' Good- I Love To See