Me And My Strap

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap

Riding with her on my lap 'cause niggas don't know how to act

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap

Sour Diesel by the pound and money coming by the stack

I need it like that

I need it like that

On point 'cause niggas hate it when your shit is on track

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

No sleep no reply, look a coward in his eyes

Unnecessary lies, just how a nigga fry

Respect to the sky, Gotti power 'til I die

If I'm at a house party, shotty probably on the side

Smoke, poly, then I slide

Goin' whoop wolly on the ride

Southside, home of the pride, where did you ride?

Guide, I want my mama house same size Obama house

Madonna house, Fendi rugs, Louis sink, and Prada couch

Small money make tall money, every dollar counts

Tall money means more money, bring the diamonds out

Who you think you is? 'Cause I know who you are

We know where you be, you will be in D-E-E-P

Shit happens when you yip yappin'

I got both Blood and Crip backing

Don't get your shit smacked

I got a stupid buzz and a wardrobe

I only like to use for clubs

Day and night I'm used to hugs

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap

Riding with her on my lap 'cause niggas don't know how to act

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap

Sour Diesel by the pound and money coming by the stack

I need it like that

I need it like that

On point 'cause niggas hate it when your shit is on track

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]

Listen, look, pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

I got to many enemies for you to ask why

My city is a warzone and there's two sides

So where I come from, niggas murder to survive

Look, my purpose is to ride

Above you fake faggot motherfuckers I despise

745 when I ride by, yeah, my bitch fly

Smokers in the sky, why ask why

My Glock provide hollow tips for the homicide

My block alive, Frankenstein, I'm a problem child

Somebody tell 'em crack mailers makes mamas cry

This MAC 11 crack selling, check my Slauson style

I stay fly 'cause I ain't focused on falling down

I'm ballin' now, so all my ex-bitches calling now

I fuck and clown, kick 'em out and make a song about it

You talkin' 'bout that drama, boy, I'm all about it

Me and my pistol press a issue, we the squad about it

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap

Riding with her on my lap 'cause niggas don't know how to act

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap

Sour Diesel by the pound and money coming by the stack

I need it like that

I need it like that

On point 'cause niggas hate it when your shit is on track

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Niggas don't wanna see you paid

Niggas rather see you broke

Nigga rather be a hater

Fitted more than a scope

Lloyd got the game in choke

Figure four, in a yoke

Motherfucker, have a plan

That's more important than hope

What's more important than life?

Better get you a gun, get you a knife

'Cause if they'll get you once, they'll get you twice

Trife life, neighborhood stripes and white ice

Nice flights, came a long way from mountain bikes

Too many niggas in, server gets the message out

Snitches burn bridges when the cops take the pressure out

Real recognize that ain't real, what can I say?

Like Pac, I'd rather be a N-I-G-G-A

Getting twisted all day on that OG K

No time to play, a nigga don't move, he don't get paid

Hey, pass the zay, so I can get some groupie love

Blow job and Gucci glove, orgy and a Gucci tub

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap

Riding with her on my lap 'cause niggas don't know how to act

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap

Sour Diesel by the pound and money coming by the stack

I need it like that

I need it like that

On point 'cause niggas hate it when your shit is on track

Just me and my strap

Just me and my strap