Strapped Lyrics - Jaylib

Yeah, (uh huh, uh huh) Guilty Simpson 

We're bringin' this one home for the [?] (J Dilla!) 

Detroit City, there's nothin' like us 

(What's goin' down?) 

(Real) yo! 

I sit on the end at the movies and let my feet stick out 

Any nigga with a problem get his teeth chipped out 

Fuck around and get your fleet picked out 

My nina ross is like window defrost when this heat kick out (out!) 

Bring your heater when you come to the D 

That's why the invitation reads B.Y.O.G 

Beyond focus, graduated from the ranks of hopeless 

Great shot, my gun scopeless 

It's Detroit's turn, sit back and learn 

While we kick back and yearn, sip yac and burn 

The best weed, you wanna challenge my theory my nigga 

Let's bleed, turn the Great Lakes into the Red Seas 

I smell the bitch in you niggas from here 

I'm in your face so I'm positive you're hearin' me clear (yeah!) 

It's all year there will be no fakin' 

So you pussy niggas should consider relocation 

We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery 

Strapped, livin' the live, this ain't rap, nigga 

It's Guilt and Jaylib attackin' ya 

Got a [?] full of [?] 

Shootin' at the game we play, but the way that we play it 

Mad to beat it and Jay Dee to spray it 

Guilt for the get-away and shakin' the haters 

Fuck sayin' your names, makin' 'em famous 

[?] for bullyshit, so you don't need them house shoes 

Or nothin', just like what peeon niggas amount to 

When we bounce through, don't get nervous 

You gets no service on some no shoes no shirt shit 

Is it serious here? Wait for the verdict 

It won't be in your favor the case and the jury is bribed 

You can compare it to [?] 

I spit it, it burns, you better learn I'm one of the greatest alive 

And got somethin' to say? Choke on the balls 

Jaylib invade, it's over for y'all (motherfuckers)