RapVerse.com Community - Don't Fuck Wit Dat Strap

replied to:

Tha Shadow
DaLyRicaLViLLain
Dev

Verse #1:
yo bitch, just step back, don’t be frontin guys packin da straps/
cuz like rap, I be blastin caps, and simply jump u fuckin kats/
bitches puss and pinch hit, cuz u matha fucka’s can’t handle ya own shit/
so stick with ridin them dicks, cuz ridin with me, psssh, u dreamin kids/
stick wit ya nursery rhymes, just be killin the time, cuz I be bustin lines/
just see me and call 9-1-1, cuz u bitches be knowin I’m hittin up wit dem guns/
so juss run, makin it for me some fun, yell for some help, but ya crews done/
crushed, chewed, and chumped, cuz they all been served the heat, all 12 plus 1/
honors spent, no place left cept for 6 down deep, where the devil creeps/
keep it SEE-CRET, and maybe u can live to see the next day on the streets/

Hook:
don’t fuck with dat strap, get blasted back, 6 ta 32 caps/
with the 9, or the 10 mac, bitch u know where it’s at/
don’t be frontin, or cussin, cuz u’ll get the blood flushin/
especially when u be fuckin wit dat strap cuz u’ll get tha bustin/

Verse #2:
I think u motha fucka’s heard of me before, Gene Pool comin back wit da score/
juss open the doors, lay out the red carpet, cuz I’m back to bring it hardcore/
and to any of u’s thinkin my shit was weak, I’ll lay ya’s ta sleep/
12 deep instead of 6 feet, listen punk, ya juss been beat by true feats/
cuz I bring it real, RB always be the place holdin down the deals/
no time for matha fucka’s who squeal, cuz snitchers be fake/
like a race they cheat with every stepping pace, hold it, let’s think/
juss for a second here, oh wait, I got the answer, 3 slugs from da gun/
and we can get rid of all these posing basterds for actin up wit laughter/
cuz this is what I’m after, left CV so I can scope out, choke and punch out/
wackness that drags this site out, biters who can’t fight out, the masses/
all u’s think ya blackness, but half ya’s true color? Proply white wack ass rappa’s/
so come on, who u ppl think ya kiddin? Just quit ya biddin on winnin/
cuz in this business, ur only gonna be a witness, so bitches, best of wishes/

Hook:
don’t fuck with dat strap, get blasted back, 6 ta 32 caps/
with the 9, or the 10 mac, bitch u know where it’s at/
don’t be frontin, or cussin, cuz u’ll get the blood flushin/
especially when u be fuckin wit dat strap cuz u’ll get tha bustin/

Verse #3:
So hear me out while I conclude the bout, I stand stout/
and cash the fuck out, wit dat strap talkin wit a shout/
cuz their be no need, for me to waste my speech/
on 2 fag bitches caressin each others meat, juss sleep/
bitches please? Theirs no foolin me, so don’t play/
cuz I still got dat strap and I ain’t afraid ta spray/
lace with precise aim, cuz I got a tasteless style/
weedin out da lame, puttin out da less then wild/
cuz I’m vile, always spittin sick, the riffs an spliffs/
while u holdin ya dick, cuz I know my shit grips/
so just stick to ya seat, cuz if ya don’t, u be standin in heat/
cuz to large these beefs, for rookies that’s why I crypt reap/
cuz I speak it deep, and I keep to the streets, wit my beats/
so rememba u punk peeps, that when u see me u betta hear me/
Gene Pool no longer fuckin wit these lame ass hearings/
cuz I’m tired and sick, of hearin pussy bitches piss/
about the shit they put up with, it’s juss fuckin shit/
so I’ma make this easy, with a taste of ma strap/
pull the trigger back, now u know not ta fuck wit dat/

Hook: (x2)
don’t fuck with dat strap, get blasted back, 6 ta 32 caps/
with the 9, or the 10 mac, bitch u know where it’s at/
don’t be frontin, or cussin, cuz u’ll get the blood flushin/
especially when u be fuckin wit dat strap cuz u’ll get tha bustin/