STRAPPED
1.9.9.9 Lyrics

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I’m Tryna get the paper
Wanna get some paper
Tryna get paid
Tryna get paper
It’s all about the paper

Verse 1:

I got trust issues so many did me wrong make me not fuck with u
Same old song something like Sadie do
Tryna play a ni$%a like a PlayStation 2
You think u playing who
Ni$%a I stay strapped so get back
If u don’t stay strapped you get clapped
Bullets lift u like a jet pack forget that
You’ll be wishing for a medevac where it At?!
Smith and Wesson on the nightstand so I can shoot a motherfu$%er till the nights end
Hollow tips in my clips case a ni$%a wanna trip
I’m bout to make him lean like he drank a whole fifth
B$%ch he gotta go like he bout to take a s%$t
I could either shoot him or cut him like a brick
Go an roll up on em in a fu$#in crown Vic
Maybe I should chill like im bout to neflix
Either way I hold it down like I’m playing Tetris
Don’t let ya b$%ch get snatched like a fuckin necklace
Soap opera bring the drama cuz I’m young and reckless
Financial deficit disorder I can’t pay attention
Only thing that catch my eyes are these fu%*ing Benjamins
I’m a starter don’t both if you warming benches
I think I should take it back on my 2010 shit
And tell you how the world will be fu%*ing ending

Verse 2:

And I’m back from the future ni$%a
Like a glitch in the computer ni$%a
Put some lead in your madulla
Don’t ask me how I’m doing ni$%a
When u ain’t man enough to pull the trigger
Don’t make me pull the AR from the safe
The extended clip help me spray ya like raid
I’ll let u ni$%as know Jay-One don’t play
It’s off of principle Jay-One don’t hate
I bought my freedom Jay-One no slave
Nat turner with the burner no gun on safe
Command a whole army like grandmaster Jay
And I don’t give a damn what my ex master say
He can’t control me might as well pass away
I’ll snatch ya pillowcase all the way off ya face

Take ya by a lake to show the rest of the snakes
I’m Tie you to a stake and let the fire do it’s thang

Overall Meaning

"Strapped" is a song by 1.9.9.9 which focuses on the fear and danger of being a gangster in the United States. The opening lines indicate that something is about to happen, with the implication of violence, stating that "Spice here's go them n***as yo Hit that shit hit that shit." The lyrics then touch on the nature of betrayal within the gangster lifestyle, with lines like "Backstabbers in tha mothafuckin' place, smilin' in my face," which talk about the reality of betrayal among your closest confidants. The song's title refers to the singer's feeling of being “strapped,” or armed, in order to protect himself from jealous and envious rivals.

The song's lyrics also touch on the idea of the perpetuation of violence in gang culture, with lines like "And even if I did fall, I'll still ball, / I'm bustin' muthafuckers with my back against the wall." These lyrics suggest that violence is often seen as the only solution to problems that arise. The lines "So homies watch ya back / 'cause these jealous ass tricks got me strapped" reinforce the idea that the singer is constantly on guard and needs to be prepared to defend himself.

Overall, "Strapped" is a song that emphasizes the harsh realities and danger of the gang lifestyle. It highlights the need for gang members to remain armed and vigilant at all times in order to protect themselves from their rivals.

Line by Line Meaning

Spice here's go them niggas yo
Spice, here come those guys. Hit them!

We all niggas going down where the fuck ya all going down.
We're all going down. Where are you gonna go?

Damn ain't this a bitch ya all got me fucked up
Damn, this is messed up. You have the wrong idea about me.

On this ol' playa haten ass shit.
You're just trying to bring me down.

Know what I'm sayin'?
Do you understand what I'm saying?

Understand me?
Do you comprehend my point of view?

When I was broke you all niggas didn't give a fuck If I was pissin' on myself or shittin' off tha Bay Bridge nigga.
When I was poor, none of you cared about me. You didn't care if I was in the worst situations.

Now you in my mothafuckin' mix talkin' that ol' crazy shit, That's alright 'cause I'm gonna bust a cap in that ass.
Now you're messing with me and saying crazy things. That's fine because I'm going to take you out with my gun.

Me and Pac goin' let you know about That ol' playa haten ass shit though.
Me and Pac are going to educate you about hating on others.

Ya see these jealous muthafuckas That be playin me G Like a sucka ass nigga see That ain't feeling me
These jealous people are acting like they're my friends, but they aren't really supporting me.

It ain't easy To kill a G A mothafuckin' playa From tha F, A, to tha see
It's not easy to kill someone like me, a badass player from the F to the A to the C.

Back stabbers in tha mothafuckin' place Smilin' in my face I got my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on tha run
There are people trying to take me down, smiling to my face while I'm ready to draw my gun and fight back.

Spice mutha fucin' One I'm for leavin' bodies numb I'm a G muthafucker Can't you see
I'm Spice, a badass who leaves people numb. Can't you see that I'm a G?

I'm a G Rollin' deep With my phat fo-fo uzi
I'm a gangster rolling deep, armed with my large Uzi gun.

I comes with a big phat gat And hollow point clip And quick To be a soldier By my shit
I come prepared with a big gun and hollow-point bullets, and I'm quick to fight back like a soldier when necessary.

So nigga Don't try no mo' shit No ho shit
Don't mess with me or do anything cowardly.

'cause when I was broke Nigga didn't give a fuck About my statis Now that I'm at this I'm loced out And livin' lavish
When I was poor, nobody cared about me or my status. Now that I'm rich, I'm living it up.

So fuck tha gun control About ta bust a cap nigga 'cause tha jealous got me strapped
I don't care about gun control. I'm going to shoot because I'm strapped and ready to fight back against the jealous.

I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run Jealous got me strapped Now niggas know that tha jealous got me strapped
I keep my hand on my gun because the jealous people have me running scared, and now everyone knows I'm ready to fight them.

Stepping close to the edge I got tha cops and tha feds on my back And there's no way that I'm giving up
I'm close to breaking, with the police and government chasing me, but I won't give up.

I rather bury you bitches 'cause ain't no to marks gonna worry my riches
I would rather kill you than be in trouble myself, because nobody else can care for my riches like me.

If I catch yo ass in traffic (hum) You betta pull for ya pistol an open fire Or get blasted (Booo Yahh!)
If I catch you in a public place, you better draw your gun and fight back, or you'll get shot.

I'll be damned if I drop It don't stop I'm boxin' muthafuckaz with my glock
I won't go down without a fight. I keep firing, boxing people with my gun.

A skinny ass neva had a penny ass nigga I figure my Mashfurd pump will show them punks who's bigger (Blah)
I used to be poor and skinny, but now I'm rich and tough, and my gun will show people who's boss.

And even if I did fall, I'll still ball I'm bustin' muthafuckers with my back against the wall
Even if I'm defeated, I'll still come out on top. I'm fighting with my back against the wall.

Till these jealous ass bitches kill me I'll be thugin' like a muthafucker Nigga feel me
Until the jealous people kill me, I'll keep fighting like a gangster. Do you feel me?

And ain't no time for mistakes So homies watch ya back 'cause these jealous ass tricks got me strapped
There's no room for error, so my friends need to watch out, because the jealous people have me ready to fight.

Homie ya know if I don't be runnin' with my strap Then I might get blasted Get blasted or blast
My friends know that I always have my gun with me, or else I'll get shot or have to shoot others.

That's how I'm livin' So I blast and blast the bastard
This is my lifestyle, so I'll keep shooting at the enemy.

I can't be worried about no jail time 'cause niggas they tryin' ta take my head I can't have shit if a nigga dead
I can't worry about going to prison, because my enemies are trying to kill me. If I'm dead, I can't enjoy anything.

So I bust back And break the bitch niggas off propa With a four-four take nine a chopper And try and decapitate a niggas arms from with his shoulders
So I shoot back, taking out the cowardly enemy with my powerful guns and trying to cut their arms off their shoulders.

These jealous niggas don't know they fuckin' around with a soldier
The jealous people don't understand that they're messing with a true fighter.

I don't be slippin' So nigga don't wait for me ta fall And if I got enough A hallow tip will smoke 'em all, y'all Envious niggas prepare to fly off ya feet 'cause I'm comin' with some mothafuckin' heat Playa, so keep ya aim straight And hit a nigga on tha first shot 'cause I'm a be tryin' ta make your mothafuckin' heart stop And don't be screamin' out for your family bitch 'cause it was your choice That we jump into this gangsta shit
I don't make mistakes, so don't wait for me to fall. If I have enough bullets, I can take out everyone. Be ready to fight, because I am. Keep your aim steady, because I'm going to try to kill you with my first shot and make your heart stop. Don't cry for your family, because you chose to mess with me and my gangster life.

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS

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