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Fiend

"Strap Up"

[Mr. Serv On]
I like to get that wild thing, street or city
Huh? What ya'll bout?
Huh? What you bout?

You bout some gangsta sh*t, I'm bout some gangsta sh*t
They bout some gangsta sh*t, we bout some gangsta sh*t
You bout some gangsta sh*t, I'm bout some gangsta sh*t
They bout some gangsta sh*t, we bout some gangsta sh*t

Ya'll n*ggas call your self killas
But ya'll don't know the f*ck a killa is
Oh I represent my block and I don't give a f*ck about his
I done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big Pun
And ain't no b*tches on theirs
And I done roll through Watts where the mutherf*cka killin
And never motherf*ckin stop
Or in St. Louis, where a n*gga break your muthaf*ckin' neck
And step in your chest n*gga that's what the f*ck I call respect
They ask me why the f*ck I write these type of words
Go to Memphis n*gga and ask every n*gga
Why the f*ck you steal so many quarter birds on the curb
Better yet, go to Chi Town and ask every n*gga in the Y 100's
Friend Town or Madison Ave., why the f*ck they wanna put they pistol down
Cause we soldiers n*gga, with out a f*ckin life
And I don't give a f*ck what city your from
n*gga put em up cause it's on tonight

Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Houston, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Dallas, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Atlanta, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Miami, and I don't like ya

You bout some gangsta sh*t, I'm bout some gangsta sh*t
They bout some gangsta sh*t, we bout some gangsta sh*t
You bout some gangsta sh*t, I'm bout some gangsta sh*t
They bout some gangsta sh*t, we bout some gangsta sh*t

[Fiend]
I, from the gumbo, where some for, smoke till they humble
And when we rumble, and tumble, we strap till the sun go
Ratta tatta pow, on my gun go, learned it from my uncle
Get more then one shottie, maybe bout a trunk full
Our love goes, duckin po po's, hoes on the go go
Takin no no's, don't let the eyes close, with seven zeros
Gotta hero, and sista, me, and only me
Combat ready from the midwest to the California streets
n*gga's that only take the heat, bring loud and foster beats
Florida, Chi Town, to the Magnolia Leaf
If you wanna keep your teeth, and have respect when you speak
Represent your clothes and war thats hard as me

[Mr. Serv-On]
Strap up my tennis shoes, get choppers
b*tch I'm from Baton Rouge, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Louisville, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Birmingham, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Mississippi, and I don't like ya

You bout some gangsta sh*t, I'm bout some gangsta sh*t
They bout some gangsta sh*t, we bout some gangsta sh*t
You bout some gangsta sh*t, I'm bout some gangsta sh*t
They bout some gangsta sh*t, we bout some gangsta sh*t

Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
b*tch I'm from Streetport, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers

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