lirik lagu h*wood - i babysit my strap
[intro: samuel jackson (jackie brown 1997)]
here we go. ak~47. the very best there is. when you absolutely, positively got to k!ll every motherf~cker in the room, accept no substitutes
[chrous:]
i babysit my strap
in the big city of sac
i babysit my strap n~gga
i babysit my strap
because n~ggas just don’t know how to act
[verse 1: h~wood]
tattoo from head to toe
i babysit my strap to protect my dough
from n~ggas like you that really make it sick
i was trying to jack a n~gga for his chips
but mr. h~wood is not the one
so everywhere i go i got to bring my gun
now i don’t really think you want to f~ck with me
cause i’m about it about it like master p
i feel like i’m living in the wild west
so i nevеr leave without my f~ckin vest
24/7 around thе clock
protected by rottweilers and my glock
cause i got money growing out my ass
and a drive a car that goes h~lla fast
there’s no doubt i’m ballin outta control
thanks to hip hop studios
you know
[chrous:]
i babysit my strap
in the big city of sac
i babysit my strap n~gga
i babysit my strap
because n~ggas just don’t know how to act
[verse 2: hollow tip]
n~gga til death do me part in this
keep a 4~5 with extra cartridges
n~ggas choose to
start sh~t spray heat like arsonists
yo heart in this
4~5 c~cked you just a mark in this
n~ggas try to reach for their piece
get ripped apart in this
i’m babysittin
4~5 or 380 hidden
in my sleeve
besta believe it get to crazy spittin
handgun spillin
random k!llin
pull a kidnapping
get the ransom bill ins
massive millions
havin manson visions
massive dealin
getting cash for a livin
i
stressin about
puttin a tech in your mouth
soon as i
step in the house
weapons stretching you out
we leavin n~ggas brainless
for all this entertainment
strapped with stainless
n~ggas is famous
for c~ckin gats
leavin you nameless
hollow nel ceon
the player cl!ck don
and for all you marks that betray me
the war is on
[chrous:]
i babysit my strap
in the big city of sac
i babysit my strap n~gga
i babysit my strap
because n~ggas just don’t know how to act
[voice clip: samuel jackson (jackie brown 1997)]
check out this gun here. every n~gga in the world had to have a 45… and they didn’t want one. they want two. cause all them n~ggas wanted to be the k!ller. now i try to steer my customers toward the 9mm cause it’s d~mn near the same weapon and ain’t got half the jammin problems but… you know how them n~ggas is out there, you can’t tell them sh~t. they want a 45. the k!ller had a 45. they want a 45
[verse 3: kaukasian]
so you a sick m~th~f~cka right
i light you like gasoline
wakin up at night
some bl~~dy sheets and a closet full of spleens
now that’s that sick sh~t
we love to babysit your cl!ck
babysit yourself
i’ll babysit your b~tches cl~t
f~ck her in a cheap momo
slap that sl~t and break that ho
then it’s time to roll
smash out the 5~0
burn rubber off the low [?]
c~ck back and load the 4~4
case shysty individuals
wanna ride
they can see the devil in my eyes
realize you f~cked with schizo
load slugs in all directions
til i get’s mo
olde 800 gold that i’ve been sippin
known for babysittin
if there’s drama i slip my clip in
dippin away into my dividends
and i ride til i die so f~ck [?]
i’m on one
a solo mission
when i’m dishin only ride with my
chrome heata
4~5 enemy eater in the face of defeat
i’ll rip the meat off your body
smash off in a maserati
headed to the after party, what?
[chrous:]
i babysit my strap
in the big city of sac
i babysit my strap n~gga
i babysit my strap
because n~ggas just don’t know how to act
[verse 4: sicx]
a madman out the trashcan
thought i was dead for life
so i buy my own casket cause i’m a b~st~rd for life
when my feelings get hurt
all n~ggas get hurt
i’m out the woodwork
so i put em in dirt
ya’ll could’ve alert
tell all them n~ggas that wanted to put me up in the wata
face down i’m a schwatza
[?]
[?] body found with a box of six pounds
you should’ve told them n~ggas about me
p~ssed off easy
d~ck greasy
pit feed me
believe me
i don’t punk that easy
c~ck the 4~4 back and leave me
in a crowded room of n~ggas that wish they could be me
find they d~ck in a mailbox
come to h~ll and get socked
gun smell like sweaty gym socks
and a b~tch that want this [?]
in a house full of~
dog sh~t
and who want it
when i’m off it
murder
further
now i left the [?] coroner with the burner
insert it
and let the fine print get perfect
with the 4~4 cursive
f~ck it
zip em up
split em up
heat em up
sh~t em up
get him out
still on one
til it’s all done
now get him out
[chrous:]
i babysit my strap
in the big city of sac
i babysit my strap n~gga
i babysit my strap
because n~ggas just don’t know how to act
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