Stay Strapped
The Game Lyrics


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(Stay strapped, stay strapped)
Y'all already know what time it is, nigga, aye!
Gyeah! I'm in the streets err'night nigga, I'm in the club err'night nigga
I don't see these fuck niggas mayn, these niggas talkin' on records mayne
I don't argue with niggas on records, I told you fuck boy, you know what it
Is with me nigga!
You niggas "pro-tool gangstas" mayne, know what I'm sayin'
Always said you gone sign yaself or kill yaself nigga
Well you jus' commited suicide bitch, I'mma let you know that too!
Aye, let's get it!

Snowman bitch, 19.5 a piece (Yeah!)
So when you take 'em out the wrap, they as white as your teeth (damn)
Keep choppas on deck, stay ready fa beef
Lil' nigga scared shitless, he can't even sleep (ha ha)
And you already know what them k's will do
I'll have them pussy nigga scared to stand next to you! (gyeah!)
Niggas talkin' all tough, steady hidin' and shit
Even his own mama know, Radric Davis a bitch! (yeah)
To be honest nigga, there's nothin' Gucci about chu (what!)
You pussy, nigga everythin's coochie about chu (That's right!)
See straight thru you nigga, you's a plastic rapper (aye!)
Nigga all on my dick, where's the magnum wrapper? (ha ha)
Murdered 'em on black tee, killed 'em on icey (yuh!)
Nigga my biggest fan, don't he sound jus' like me?
Gassed ya ass up, yeah they played you nigga
So I'mma take ya back apart, cause I made you nigga
HB bought your car, HB bought your chain
Left him and then that fat nigga did the same thang (yuh!)
No loyalty, jumped clique to clique
He's a rappin' prostitue, he jumped dick to dick!!
"I'm so icey", and you not icey at all (aye!)
Ya jewelry look like it came outta middle of the mall
This is Eskimo shit, lil' nigga you's a snow cone (Damn)
You're in over ya head, pocketbook boy go home
Twelve carats two stones, a hundred thousand a set (aye!)
My motherfuckin' ears ain't forgave me yet
That old-ass Rolex, you're six years behind me (aye!)
I got the streets drunk it's six beers behind me (Woo)
When you was dreamin' bout bread nigga, I had the money (yeah!)
Signed your whole life away for Dodge Magnum money (aye!)
Still got 92, 93, 94 money!
You rappin' ass nigga, you juss gettin' show money (aye!)
King of Decatur? I thought you was from Birmingham
Shouldn't've asked for it, if you know you ain't have it man
I got a family in the 'ville, and it's crip in the Mac-town (west ssside!)
Nigga you ain't heard?, I'm the man in the a-town
It's some "Boyz n ya Hood" do anythin' fa Jeezy
So if I want ya lil' ass touched, you're done, believe me

(I stay strapped, stay strapped)
Pussy nigga try to play me, I'mma buss his muthafuckin' head on GP
(I stay strapped, stay strapped)
Let a nigga run up on me, keep a carbon 1.5, and them choppas with me
(I stay strapped, stay strapped)
Pussy niggas tryin' to play, I'mma buss his muthafuckin' head on GP
(I stay strapped, stay strapped)
Let a pussy run up on me, keep a carbon 1.5, and them choppas with me

1 thang about it, 2 thangs for sure, 3 thangs for certain mayn (For certain nigga!)
We know you a bitch ass nigga, nigga, we know you's a ho' nigga
Y'all take that nigga back to central stadium, nigga gone crazy




Bitch ass nigga talkin' all tough, hidin' and shit nigga
We know you's a fuck boy

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Game's song Stay Strapped are a direct jab at rapper Gucci Mane. The Game calls out Gucci Mane for being a "plastic rapper" and not actually being "icey" despite his claims. He accuses Gucci of being disloyal and jumping from clique to clique, all for some money. The Game also boasts about his own street credibility and warns his enemies to stay away or risk getting "bussed" or killed. The lyrics are aggressive and confrontational, reflecting the beef between the two rappers.


The song was released in 2009 as part of The Game's mixtape "Purp and Patron." The beef between The Game and Gucci Mane began after The Game called Gucci out for his claim of being the "King of the South." This led to a back and forth between the two rappers, with Stay Strapped being The Game's response to Gucci's diss track "Heavy." The feud eventually died down after Gucci was sentenced to jail time.


Line by Line Meaning

Y'all already know what time it is, nigga, aye!
I am always on alert and ready for action as I live in the streets all night and hit the clubs relentlessly, ignoring any fake and hypocritical rap talk.


I don't see these fuck niggas mayn, these niggas talkin' on records mayne
I don't care about fake rappers who are only brave enough to talk tough and talk smack on their songs and don't have the courage to match their words with actions.


You niggas "pro-tool gangstas" mayne, know what I'm sayin'
You are all talk and no action, claiming to be gangsters when the only thing you do is rap in the studio with Pro Tools.


Always said you gone sign yaself or kill yaself nigga
You've been warned that your fake and disrespectful ways will either lead to self-destruction or to signing your own death certificate.


Snowman bitch, 19.5 a piece (Yeah!)
I'm selling high-quality drugs, uncut with other substances, at a high price of $19,500 per unit.


And you already know what them k's will do
You know the kind of damage that automatic rifles can inflict, making even the bravest of rappers cower in fear when faced with them.


Niggas talkin' all tough, steady hidin' and shit
These pretentious posers talk the talk but cannot walk the walk, living in constant fear and hiding from true gangsters.


Even his own mama know, Radric Davis a bitch! (yeah)
Even your own mother knows that you are a coward and a fraud, hiding behind a fake name when the world knows you as Gucci Mane.


See straight thru you nigga, you's a plastic rapper (aye!)
I see right through your fake persona, exposing you as nothing but a hollow rapper who cannot live up to his own hype.


Murdered 'em on black tee, killed 'em on icey (yuh!)
I destroyed my rivals on their own tracks, rapping circles around them, making their black T-shirts seem pale in comparison to my icy rhymes.


No loyalty, jumped clique to clique
You are disloyal and untrustworthy, switching gangs and associations whenever it suits your own interests and convenience.


He's a rappin' prostitue, he jumped dick to dick!!
You are nothing but a whore who sells himself to whoever pays the most or offers the best perks, switching allegiances and loyalties as often as you change underwear.


"I'm so icey", and you not icey at all (aye!)
You claim to be as cold and valuable as ice, but in reality, you are nothing but a poor imitation of the real thing, unworthy of any respect or admiration.


Twelve carats two stones, a hundred thousand a set (aye!)
My jewelry is of the highest quality and value, worth at least $100,000 per piece, with 12-carat diamonds and two sparkling stones to catch the light.


That old-ass Rolex, you're six years behind me (aye!)
Your outdated and cheap Rolex watch only shows how far behind the times you are compared to me, who always has the latest and greatest gear.


Signed your whole life away for Dodge Magnum money
You sold out your dignity, honor, and future for a measly sum of money, accepting a Dodge Magnum car as your reward for being a fake rapper.


King of Decatur? I thought you was from Birmingham
You are lying about your origins and accomplishments, claiming to be the king of Decatur when everyone knows you are from Birmingham.


Nigga you ain't heard?, I'm the man in the a-town
I am the most respected and feared man in Atlanta, where I rule over the streets and dictate the terms of engagement for all gangsters.


It's some "Boyz n ya Hood" do anythin' fa Jeezy
There are loyal and devoted members of my gang who are willing to do anything and everything to protect and serve me, inspired by the classic movie Boyz n the Hood.


Pussy nigga try to play me, I'mma buss his muthafuckin' head on GP
If anyone dares to disrespect me or my gang, I will not hesitate to use my guns to shoot their head off on general principle.


Let a nigga run up on me, keep a carbon 1.5, and them choppas with me
I am always prepared and armed with a high-powered carbon 1.5 gun and several choppers to defend myself and my allies against any sudden attacks or ambushes.


We know you a bitch ass nigga, nigga, we know you's a ho' nigga
We all know that you are a weak and pathetic excuse for a man, who behaves like a prostitute in front of his superiors and betters.




Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Written by: Jay Jenkins, Rashann Chambliss

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Comments from YouTube:

@oliverrando6463

Man this mixtape and all the game mixtapes he did dissing g unit were fire

@AllstarKing713

Facts

@ticalhezzy1692

Still slaps.

@robvaldez1662

I was hoping Jeezy spit this verse on Verzuz lol

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the verzuz battle was fuckin fireeee he killed guwop

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@denloc81

2002 still stay strapped

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