letra de get the strap - uncle murda
[intro]
trilogy
[chorus: 50 cent & casanova]
grrr, rah
yap, yap, go get the strap
grrr, rah
yap, yap, go get the strap
grrr, rah
yap, yap, go get the strap
go get the strap
n-gg-, go get the strap
[post-chorus: casanova]
f-ck that, n-gg-s out here active blood
what’s brackin’? you’ll never catch us lackin’, blood
you stupid, you think we ain’t packin’, ‘blood
f-ck wrong with you? i don’t like the way you actin’, blood
(get up off me)
[verse 1: uncle murda]
get the grip, find an opp, give him the whole clip (bang)
that’s his car pulling up, shoot up the whole whip
that’s his man, hit him too, that n-gg- down with him
check his gram, see who else be hanging around with him (yeah)
he could get it (uh huh), him too, n-gg- go get the strap
load it up, spin the block, i know where them n-gg-s at (where?)
where they at? who they with? them n-gg-s gettin’ smoked
line ’em up; they ain’t hard to find, all them n-gg-s broke (stupid!)
old dog, nino brown, michael jordan, what?
be like mike, yeah right, i wanted to be like tut (woah!)
big cuban, flooded rollie, i see ya eyin’ it (i see ya)
get ya clapped if i think you think about trying it
[verse 2: 6ix9ine]
a’ight, so boom, first up all y’all n-gg-s suck my d-ck
matter of fact, suck my d-ck with your mother’s lips (stupid)
ah, ah, ah, n-gg-s runnin’ out they mouth
y’all dead–ss, like i won’t punch you in your f-cking mouth
matter of fact, i’ma smack fire out you, boy
are you dumb? i’ma beat the brakes off you, boy
you some “gas what i smoke, n-gg-” (bang bang)
nah, on this d-ck your mother choke, n-gg-
[chorus: 50 cent]
yap, yap, go get the strap
yap, yap, go get the strap
yap, yap, go get the strap
go get the strap
n-gg-, go get the strap
[post-chorus: casanova]
man f-ck that, my n-gg-s ’bout that action blood
catch one frame, my n-gg-s got that strap in blood
they scr-pping, my n-gg-s get to clappin”, blood
f-ck wrong with you? i don’t like how you actin’, blood
(get up off me)
[verse 3: 50 cent]
i am not gang gang, i do not gang bang
don’t play me like i’m p-ssy, i will pull up and bang bang
n-gg-s get knocked out, then say they gon’ pop out
hop out, ooh, wop out, and air the whole block out
blow the whole stock out, and i’m ’bout what i’m ’bout
i’m a one man band, i bring the drum out and dump it
bend your block, one o’clock, blowing the trumpet
i’m with the sh-ts, my n-gg-s still hit the licks
i’m stupid rich, still doing some stupid sh-t
you n-gg-s know the vibes, scared to come outside
that’s the third time you’ve been got, second time you was shot
your man just ain’t your man, he saw us first and f-cking ran
we on a different type of time, you on some different sh-t
now n-gg-, don’t you play with me, play with a b-tch
i ain’t ran into a problem that i can’t fix
hit your -ss upside the head with a full stick
[chorus: 50 cent]
yap, yap, go get the strap
yeah, yeah, go get the strap
yeah, yeah, go get the strap
go get the strap
n-gg-, go get the strap
yeah, yeah, go get the strap
yap, yap, go get the strap
yap, yap, go get the strap
go get the strap
n-gg-, go get the strap
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