Joell Ortiz - Get The Strap Freestyle lyrics

One gun in the bedroom closet
Keep one downstairs my basement rocket
I keep another in the safety deposit
Shit, I got two of'em with
My moms in the projects

When it's beef nothing matter we
Pull up with nannas show up ready for work
With ratchets and hammers
Faces under bandanas out the way of cameras
Cannons looking like fire trucks
With extended latters
Go ahead and knock the playboy
I don't play with ops
Before I signed with DrDre I
Used to Dre my blocks
My was named Pito and he stayed with blocks
I gave it a bath and it
Rock the fiends favorite stock
Was my spot round the clock
We was making that guap
Ask still Pedro made it hot
Tryna cater to cops
See I grew where the death of yah is regular
We poured a little henny
But etcetera etcetera
We cry dried mucus then life kept movin' an
Next day we kick it like
(street fighter sound)
Its survival of the fittest
Hittas dying every minute
I ain't talking low bows when I
Put iron on yah fitted run it
Come up off it start tryna forget it
Act like you never had it that
Pride gon get you clapped
Don't be stupid and die from tryna
To come get it back
Cause thing stay with me I ain't
Gotta go get the strap
These shit's attached to my hip
I'm siamese with gat
Baby bottle nozzles fire these you take naps
Yall don't see me in them clubs
I don't do well with crowds
So if you see me Fif just
Know that them Fifs around