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i babysit my strap - h*wood lyrics

[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

- hwood lyrics

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