Stray Cats Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Stray Cat Strut Lyrics

Chorus x4: 

Don't trust anyone 

Ain't no one we can trust 

Verse 1: 

I wanna take it from starts and scrapes 

By high bars and gates 

This stars atapes 

Hungry niggas that's thug relate 

Money getters sniffin yards of yay 

Honey hitters gettin charged all day 

R.I.P. to B.I.G. and Marvin Gaye 

Cause life's beyond critical 

So I can't be seen wich means I'm non visible 

Son your aim with a firearm's pityfull 

You hit the wrong man and left his mobs miserable 

Criminals usin this moment to show 

What we distributin is potent 

My ludacriss slogans be havin shorties brutally copin 

I keep my pay collected and stay connected 

To get niggas to play my record 

And my name respected is the main objective 

I'm leavin foes crushed with no points 

On a dole night 

I'm so nice 

Niggas that play heroes I give 'em cold cuts 

Adolescents packin Wessuns 

With solid crack professions 

He die from the mack's agression 

Instead a black depression 

Chorus x4 

Verse 2: 

Well if you thinkin what I said was soft 

Watch the lead bust off 

And have you runnin like a chicken with his head cut off 

You're number one opponent 

Make sure them guns is loaded 

Before you find your sons extorted and unsupported 

If I'm not firin, I'm gettin higher yeah 

Motherfuckers is better off retirin 

And playin violins on isle-lands 

You're admirin my style cause it's quite vicious 

Smack bitches like niggas smack niggas like bitches 

Doin time for crime and facin 

Now your mind is wasted 

For tryin to shine with diamond bracelets 

Mad flavour, the bag lacer 

Take a pull of this 

Shit have you feelin like a dragracer 

Notice me, you ain't supposed to be attackin 

On global and locally I master it 

Lyrics is vocally immaculate 

niggas is totally inaccurate 

Packin iron for wreck 

A lot of these niggas is dyin vervexed 

But son, imagine havin lions for pets 

Smokin cess 

Fuckin any bitch you try to sex 

I'm thinkin long term, more than just byin a Lex 

I want the livest connect 

With each man in my fam high as the next 

Chorus 8x 

Business is business 

And even your peoples are playin for pape-papes 

So many snakes, punk bitches and fakes, snitches and jakes