Don't come strapped

I got a greater rhyme and state of mind If you wack I won't say a line or pay a dime to hear ya What I dare ya, to step up Diss you fast, hit ya ass with the trash you get swept up 2 out of 3 states, know the P's great, and yell out If I sell out it's only on my release date Huh I came out, had these bitches screaming my name out Now they wanna see me, believe me, that easy Swing you bust, when I sing and cut, nigga hang it up Bringing what pal, you ordered that style from Finger Hut When Percee P sing a rhyme, your comp get stomped Cause they can't swing a line so they bring a nine Don't come strapped, I come here to rap and tell them people (Clap your hands everybody) Don't come strapped, I came here to rap and tell them people (Clap your hands and what) (Leave your 9's at home and bring your skills to the battle) Girls just giving me sex, I eat ’em like a T-Rex I’m playing but I have ’em saying "me next, me next" You can't compare me yo, with these other brother's material On your stereo but you don't hear me though You better handle it son, don't step to me Or try to do me, don't wanna sue me when some damage is done My tune rocks, the speakers on your boom box Keep my hotel room locked and let ya on that boom knock I never take breaks and hoe’s with the great shape I hate snakes, fakes screaming date rape to make papes I always set it off, the best, the stress I get it off My chest, you test and let it off Don't come strapped, I come here to rap and tell them people (Clap your hands everybody) Don’t come strapped, I came here to rap and tell them people (Clap your hands and what) (Leave your 9's at home and bring your skills to the battle) I'm taking everyone out, who tell me, "yo shit will never sell P" The hell g, just wait until my LP come out And bitches will be asking to me The nigga who be blasting a jeep They used to pass in the street The cutie say more, I’ll be damned if the booty's paid for I’m live in a fort like Rudy Vaymour For me pall, bet you got the deal try’na be wild Or senile, but I got mine just busting freestyle I set a slick rhyme, people causing sending letters quick To say I’m better with words and herps dropping rhetoric I get retarded black, causing cardiac Arrest in the BX where hip hop started at But way back niggas was still strapped Didn’t freestyle when the rap, your proving your act On the map, and tell another people come running Don't come strapped, I come here to rap and tell them people (Clap your hands everybody) Don’t come strapped, I came here to rap and tell them people (Clap your hands and what) (Leave your 9's at home and bring your skills to the battle)