Strapped

[Intro: Guilty Simpson]

Yeah, (uh huh, uh huh) Guilty Simpson

We're bringin' this one home for the D (J Dilla!)

Detroit City, there’s nothin’ like us

(What’s goin’ down?)

(Real)… yo!

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

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 'gnac 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 our year, there will be no fakin’

So you pussy niggas should consider relocation

[Chorus: Guilty Simpson and J Dilla]

We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery

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

It’s Guilt and Jaylib attackin’ ya

Got a script for the actin' up (action!)

We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery

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

It’s Guilt and Jaylib attackin’ ya

Got a script for the actin' up (action!)

[Verse 2: J Dilla]

It ain't 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’ names, makin’ ‘em famous

It's barefoot bullyshit, so you don’t need them house shoes

Or nothin’, just like what peon 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 mace in the eye

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, muh'fuckers

[Chorus: Guilty Simpson and J Dilla]

We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery

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

It’s Guilt and Jaylib attackin’ ya

Got a script for the actin' up (action!)

We barricaded gunmen, armed with artillery

Strapped...