strapped (im strapped) Nigga what you want nigga who you wit Came Wit my dogs leavin wit a bitch [Verse 1:] Aint no limit to the shit I start Automatic
Here I am, rich" AhhhI checks my bank "Cash money, cash-cash.. money" "Boom! Here I am, rich" Straight checkin my bank "Cash money, cash-cash-cash-cash.... cash money" In the magazine
glock cocked 17 shots hit your whole block Oh you're not when your ladies panties drop at the hotel spot Lock now load tank doggs explode See the whites of their eyes unload For the automatics empty magazines
with strikes against me Say what's on my mind and the critics can give me Some empty ink pens like clips, fuck a mind game Welcome to my fully automatic
grows up to be a triple platinum album I fell on, using the steel to do crimes Smoked so many niggas they put up no smoking signs Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' like Madden Cream, automatic
got no friends and I can't get a bitch Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips Nothin to smile about, I'm about to lose my mind Got me an automatic
In the bunker suppressing fire Burning heat of hot desire Ammo box and bullet belt Automatic weapon how it felt Assume position and take the mound Spitting
Take a few to give me a edge My green light shine bright, Kryptonite type Fully operational, my physical cream Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazine
E D, check on the one, two, three Black male hard MC Rap record slave, a brother on the scene With a machine gun and one magazine Wanted, a half a million
Still no competition, still flow nigga listen (I'm not suppose to do this type of thing, I'm a Christian) Amen, it's like a scene out of playa's magazine
my pain, ghetto fame Magazine street hustla mane Messin' around in the fast lane Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs Novas, Granadas, and Falcons Project livin' and public housin' Automatic
, tatted, swingin 'em sideways Livin' lavish, big ballin' on tycoon status, bitch Big ballin' with my homies Big ballin' with my homies, Mossie up Karuise, cruise Cruisin' magazine
one of them enemies that tried to participate in Swiss Cheezin' my clean ass Cadillac My Cadillac, My Pontiac I mean My under bucket hoopty parked on magazines
eacute;nage's Deep massages I could hear Eazy talkin Tellin me to have a seat in Tamika's office Buy Ruthless and get Lil' E involved in Promote without that magazine
bloods, real clappers Fuck rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards Faster than Iraqis when Bush attacking My flow semi-automatic, blhow
rappers And I be wit real crips, real bloods, real clappers Fuck rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards Faster than Iraqis when Bush attacking My flow semi-automatic
tie lookin'?, You ready?, Let's go. When I see Lloyd Banks it's goin', (down, down) If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, oooh well) Automatic
Automatic lover Automatic lover Automatic lover Automatic lover Here she comes, she's crazy But she knows the scene Carries an automatic pistol She ain