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Strapped (Four-4 Mix) (Ft. Guilty Simpson)

Yeah, (uh huh, uh huh) Guilty Simpson

We're bringin' this one home for the [?] (J Dilla!)

Detroit City, there's nothin' like us

(What's goin' down?)

(Real) yo!I sit on the end at the movies and let my feet stick out

Any nigga with a problem get his teeth chipped out

Fuck around and get your fleet picked out

My nina ross is like window defrost when this heat kick out (out!)

Bring your heater when you come to the D

That's why the invitation reads B.Y.O.G

Beyond focus, graduated from the ranks of hopeless

Great shot, my gun scopeless

It's Detroit's turn, sit back and learn

While we kick back and yearn, sip yac and burn

The best weed, you wanna challenge my theory my nigga

Let's bleed, turn the Great Lakes into the Red Seas

I smell the bitch in you niggas from here

I'm in your face so I'm positive you're hearin' me clear (yeah!)

It's all year there will be no fakin'

So you pussy niggas should consider relocationWe barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery

Strapped, livin' the live, this ain't rap, nigga

It's Guilt and Jaylib attackin' ya

Got a [?] full of [?]Shootin' at the game we play, but the way that we play it

Mad to beat it and Jay Dee to spray it

Guilt for the get-away and shakin' the haters

Fuck sayin' your names, makin' 'em famous

[?] for bullyshit, so you don't need them house shoes

Or nothin', just like what peeon niggas amount to

When we bounce through, don't get nervous

You gets no service on some no shoes no shirt shit

Is it serious here? Wait for the verdict

It won't be in your favor the case and the jury is bribed

You can compare it to [?]

I spit it, it burns, you better learn I'm one of the greatest alive

And got somethin' to say? Choke on the balls

Jaylib invade, it's over for y'all (motherfuckers)

Songwriters

JAMES DEWITT YANCEY, OTIS LEE JR. JACKSONPublished by

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