Strapstars
(专辑: Hollow Grind - 2005)
[Giggs:] Spare Boom Productions Spare It's nothing (Spare) Boom Productions Strapstars Nothing You must be used to him by now Trapstars (Stars) Ahh Trapstars Trapstars Spare Listen Right now the
streets are getting darker And the
shit I'm going through, ain't the
type that you can repeating to a
pastor (Nah) Bagging work then meeting people after I
say my shit's cut, it's not the
type that you'll be healing with a
plaster Right now I'm grieving 'cause the
feds My phone ain't ringing Not even on the
weekends fam, it's dead (Yeah) I'm getting funny feelings in my head (Head) My baby mothers adding to the
streets So I
ain't even sleeping in her bed (For real) And this is how I'm feeling on the
regs Somebody help me up, it's like I
ain't got no feeling in my legs I'm tryna get this feeling out my head (Head) That's why I'm on the
track right now Just reasoning with dread It's like I
got the
world on my back (Yeah) And poverty's got me in the
kitchen with the
scales and the
packs On the
low, as I
sail through the
trap (Trap) And enemies got me in the
cab Loading shells in the
strap Some motherfucking trapstars Motherfucking hooligans Niggas don't [?] with me, they know what type of mood I'm in Trapstars Cause I'm on this shooting ting A
nigga chat shit to me, I'm motherfucking shooting him Trapstars So where's your fucking shooters then? You got a
lot of shooters but you don't know what to do with them It's a
motherfucking (Trapstars) Another banging tune again, when Hollowman and Grizzle's on the
motherfucking tune again [Joe Grind:] I
left my line at Giggs' Spit the
facts, you just died on me My weights are at [?] but he's not even on me And I'm walking 'round, with a
8th, I
don't know if it's weighed right I'm so pissed, just noticed, I
ain't rhymed yet It's time to get my mind right I'm gonna get some scales, bag my green up Charge up my line and grind all night I
ain't going home tonight [?] the
whole time Only when my green's done, that's when it's home time I'm on the
roads, asking certain niggas for a
[?] Don't smoke, but if they got it, I'ma put them on my line Tell them 079, I
ain't Mike Jones Screaming numbers from the
track, I'ma put it in the
phone My plan is to make a
nice P
Stay on the
low, don't need attention from the
D's I'm on my last name Ask anybody that knows about me [Giggs:] I'm a
motherfucking trapstars Motherfucking hooligans Niggas don't [?] with me, they know what type of mood I'm in Trapstars Cause I'm on this shooting ting A
nigga chat shit to me, I'm motherfucking shooting him Trapstars So where's your fucking shooters then? You got a
lot of shooters but you don't know what to do with them It's a
motherfucking (Trapstars) Another banging tune again, when Hollowman and Grizzle's on the
motherfucking tune again [Giggs & Joe Grind:] Right then, our shit is getting graphic And the
only way I
know to make P's is to get coke and wrap it up in plastic My line rings from 3, ain't going that quick If I
wanna make P's, I'm gonna have to use some better tactics Hustling's in my blood, I
never needed practice I
do shit off my own back, I
don't need no one to scratch this Soon as the
phone rings, I'm [?] (Yeah) An opportunity to make P's? Then believe I'm gonna grab it This is how our life live Joe's got the
Harry White wits And Giggs has got the
savage white smith Yeah, you can either have it like this And if a
nigga slips Then we can let him have it like Chris Fam I
got the
strally out quick You're moving too sick (Sick) I'll just let the
standing knife [?] (Yeah) [?] hit you get a
samurai split And that's what the
fucks gon' happen if your hand's in my shit