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Strap Up (feat. Fiend)
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Strap Up (feat. Fiend) was released on February 16, 1999 by DNA MUSIC GROUP/ Hitmaker Distro as a part of the album Da Next Level
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Release DateFebruary 16, 1999
LabelDNA MUSIC GROUP/ Hitmaker Distro
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Composer

Lyrics

I like to get that wild thing, street or city
Huh? What ya'll bout?
Huh? What you bout?
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
Ya'll **** call your self killas
But ya'll don't know the fuck a killa is
Oh I represent my block and I don't give a fuck about his
I done been in the Bronx with Fat Joe and Big Pun
And ain't no bitches on theirs
And I done roll through Watts where the mutherfucka killin
And never motherfuckin stop
Or in St. Louis, where a **** break your muthafuckin' neck
And step in your chest **** that's what the fuck I call respect
They ask me why the fuck I write these type of words
Go to Memphis **** and ask every ****
Why the fuck you steal so many quarter birds on the curb
Better yet, go to Chi Town and ask every **** in the Y 100's
Friend Town or Madison Ave., why the fuck they wanna put they pistol down
Cause we soldiers ****, with out a fuckin life
And I don't give a fuck what city your from
**** put em up cause it's on tonight
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Houston, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Dallas, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Atlanta, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Miami, and I don't like ya
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
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
****'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
Strap up my tennis shoes, get choppers
Bitch I'm from Baton Rouge, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Louisville, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Birmingham, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Mississippi, and I don't like ya
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
You bout some gangsta shit, I'm bout some gangsta shit
They bout some gangsta shit, we bout some gangsta shit
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Bitch I'm from Streetport, and I don't like ya
Strap up my tennis shoes, get my choppers
Written by: Corey Smith
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