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"2 Dollar Niggas"

"2 Dollar Niggas"


[Chorus]
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz
Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us
[Verse 1]
Project Pat, from the street nigga, I'm bringin' this heat nigga
Never do I back down, don't acept defeat nigga
Calico's, bulletholes, gun shells left on site
Niggaz killed over hoes or, over left and right
Hats cocked, guns pop, quick to have a trigger fit
On a punk trick, knowin' good and well he counterfeit
All you do is talk, out'cha mouth, you don't never do
Nothin' that you say, out'cha cap, it ain't never true
Bury you, quicker than a nigga that done told somethin'
Seen you in the club beat you down like you owe somethin'
Know, somethin' wrong pistol playa, call you gun show
Real niggaz mayne, never speak what we don't know
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
(Mayne I got that kush kush) You ain't got nothin'
(Mercedes I push push) Mayne quit'cha frontin'
(Made a fifty thousand dollar stang) Nigga you's a liar
(Fool I'm out here sellin' ki's) You needs to retire
You's a babbage weed seller and a watered down Henn' dranker
I heard you snitched out ya crew, you's a ship sanker
Them hollow points in the gun gonna deal wit'cha
I'll wipe the smile off ya face when the steel hit'cha
2 dollar niggaz claim they chargin' and playin' whores
But they is out here flaugin' and payin' whores
Nigga you trippin', datin', and meetin' whores?
Claimin' you pimpin', savin' and eatin' whores?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
One day you wearin' red, and then it's blue the next
2 dollar niggaz be the main ones flippin' sets
You say you grippin' techs, regulatin' wit' the torch
Was 25 and you decided, to jump off the porch?
If he get caught, mouth run hot, like broke radiator
Tell about the spots, and the plots, and the perpetrators
You treat the cops, like ya pops, 'cause ya runnin' to 'em
I'm non-stop, wit' that glock, put that gun into him
These older niggaz put these youngsters on a bloody stage
That's why these young niggaz get killed, at an early age
Sent on a dummy mission from a dummy in a cage
2 dollar leadership'll put you in a early grave
[Chorus]
[music to fade]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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30.058
"30"
(feat. Young MA Coca Vango Big Trill)

"30"
(feat. Young MA Coca Vango Big Trill)



I keep that 30 like Steph
(This is a Beat Attikz beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I keep that 30 like Steph
[?] on the beat
[Coca Vango:]
I keep that 30 like Steph, I keep that 30 like Steph
I keep that 30 like Steph, I keep that 30 like Steph
And I just step in Giuseppes, I can do it by myself
I get my bitch from Brazil, I get my Gucci from Philips
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
[Young MA:]
I keep that 30 like Curry
I keep that 40 like bonds
Nine on me, Iguodala
I keep calm but I'm on
Snake niggas in the grass
Make the chopper mow the lawn
I'm chase a chicken, make a chicken
I'm Old Mcdonald on the farm
In the club shooting movies
My G's with me, word to Gucci
Stripper bitches being freaky, shooting water out the coochie
Booty, booty, booty, rocking everywhere
Pussy, pussy, pussy, popping everywhere
That's that pocket rocket, got it everywhere
[Coca Vango:]
I keep that 30 like Steph, I keep that 30 like Steph
I keep that 30 like Steph, I keep that 30 like Steph
And I just step in Giuseppes, I can do it by myself
I get my bitch from Brazil, I get my Gucci from Philips
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
[Project Pat:]
There's 30 on the chopper and 30 on the clip
30 on the wrist nigga, 30 on the heels
Eat your banana peel, nigga don't slip
[?] or bang like a blood or a crip
The pack in my hand disappear, make it poof
Head of this hustling, you know you a hoof
Still in the Chevy, I'm foreign or coupe
Took all your money and sold you some ooouuu
Saucing and bossing, fresh like in coffin
You ain't got my money? Get murdered for crossing
That's how the money stay flipping like dolphins
These hoes gonna keep bout 30 dicks in they jaws and
Pussy stay hot just like down there in New Orleans
I'm standing on stacks, I ain't tryna be falling
Pata, I'm standing on stacks, I ain't tryna be falling, oh
[Coca Vango:]
I keep that 30 like Steph, I keep that 30 like Steph
I keep that 30 like Steph, I keep that 30 like Steph
And I just step in Giuseppes, I can do it by myself
I get my bitch from Brazil, I get my Gucci from Philips
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
[Big Trill:]
Shooting like Steph off the back board
I'll put your brains on your dashboard
30 shots hit you from long range
No evidence for the task force
Pull up in the foreign, they [?] me
I got your bitch on my ballsack
Pushing a button to park that
Fresh off the lot, fuck the Car Facts
Might fuck her once and don't call back
Riding around with extendos
Pushing keys like I'm Timbo
Went through shits, don't get sinful
Chopper sound like a bass drum
Certified bitch, I'm A1
And I got the [?]
Bitch I keep it trill with my day ones
[Coca Vango:]
I keep that 30 like Steph, I keep that 30 like Steph
I keep that 30 like Steph, I keep that 30 like Steph
And I just step in Giuseppes, I can do it by myself
I get my bitch from Brazil, I get my Gucci from Philips
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
I keep that 30 on me, I keep that 30 on me
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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30.058
"528-Cash"

"528-Cash"


[Project Pat]
As I sit in my cell, might as well be in hell
Left a dead, two on one, fourth floor where I dwell
Couldn't tell, thought you was a man, but you was a bitch
A nigga that I'd die for really was a snitch
Let me switch back to the scene, scene of the crime
Where I left all my hopes and dreams; caught me with a .9
Duffel bag full of plenty cash, empty out safe
Hit the mask, but a nosey fag fucked up my escape
I could take any charge 'cause his death for this under
"Do you plead guilty on this case?" No, your honor
Wonder, how not guilty turned to guilty
Could it be that my homeboy turned stale on me?
I can see you and the victim sittin' like a hoe
On the prosecutor's side, shove a .9 down her throat
Of a coward punk bitch, your body in a ditch
Could've sold my own soldier to see the nine clique
Click, then your carcass fall like the gavel fell
Nine years what they gave me, then took me to jail
Did I tell? Nigga, hell nah, Project ain't a hoe
We can blast with them thangs or we go toe to toe
Bullets blow niggas' brains out into outer space
Killas bust on you lames then leave without a trace
Just incase you was wondering did I let him live
He's at home with his wife but he better watch his kids
Snitches, bitches, snitches, bitches... [x16]
Bitch, you can't call the police
Tell 'em watch your back. [x4]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"A1's"
(feat. Juicy J)

"A1's"
(feat. Juicy J)



I'm fucking with my homies, I'm fucking with my A1's
Who got it out the mud with a thug, since day one
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
I'm fucking with my niggas who stay with me in it
No matter how hard that it was they represented*
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
Patta!
I only fuck with those who only fuck with me
No love for you hoes who like to fuck for free
I was coppin' oz 800 to a g
Now I'm poppin' shows every week I'm stackin' cheese
Project on the roll like a motherfucking trucker
I'm always on the go I'm a motherfucking hustler
Never forget my lil homies in them project house
Shout out to all my lil dawgs in them FED walls
Project Patta ghetto like a bagel
Addicted to the cheddar like junkie to the yayo
All my niggas eatin', every place I'm stackin'
Me and my homies tossed your gal
She was a fake ho
Pat I'm on the bread like last year
Nigga know the bizness
Project in this motherfucker stacking them chips, bitch
Imma ride in foreign rides and wear plenty gold
And we gon' stack plenty money and fuck plenty hoes
I'm fucking with my homies, I'm fucking with my A1's
Who got it out the mud with a thug, since day one
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
I'm fucking with my niggas who stay with me in it
No matter how hard that it was they represented
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
[Juicy J:]
(You ever had niggas that was with you since the beginning
Its the same niggas who started catching feelings
When the money got real, success was knocking on your door like a police on a maintenance man tryna get in)
Shit so hard when you gotta cut a nigga off
Your friend, your ace
Ten years now, can't look at your face
Fuck what I say
You ain't the nigga I knew since the dope days, shit
Since the cold days
You just like the rest of the so called A1 niggas who turned stake soft
It's me against the world everyday mo' money mo' hoes fuck famous
Bad bitches entertainment
Life full of changes
I'm feeling brainless
Stacking money in my bedroom
I can finally go to sleep
Feeling rich as fuck I'm never givin' up, don't fuck with me
My true A1 never turn his back
Never stole from and turned to crack
Took his dope and he turned to rack
Put Memphis on the map
Bought the game and than he sold it back
I look in the mirror he looking right back
The feeling is real, if I die on this track
If I die on this track
I'm fucking with my homies, I'm fucking with my A1's
Who got it out the mud with a thug, since day one
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
I'm fucking with my niggas who stay with me in it
No matter how hard that it was they represented
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
I'm fucking with my A1's who been there since day one
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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30.058
"Aggravated Robbery"

"Aggravated Robbery"


Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun) [4X]
[Project Pat]
I'm Psycho- pathic, behind the trig-ga
I needed loot so, I had to rob ya
But face steel cause ya, a coward to me
I grab the pop ya, before ya do me
Ya high cap-pin friend, flex-in in my hood
I'm out here star-vin, you live-in real good
As long as I got, a toll I stay paid
You keep sell-in dope, there's cheese to be made
Pull up on the track, niggas start to bell-in
I pulled out my gat, that's my dope y'all sell-in
So check on in boy, break yo self on down
You got 10 dollars, that's more than I have
Could be petish thangs, bet-ter than noth-ang
Even you roll fools, go get me some-thang
Don't get your-self hurt, slaught-ered like a hog
I'm out on these streets, crawl-in like a dog
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun) [repeat 4X]
Open seas-ame, the safe in the floor
What I told the clerk, at the cor-ner store
A mask on my face, for cam-ras to see
A glock to his dome, bitch don't play with me
Ya don't know the code, his eyes I see fear
Cause it's bout to get ugly up in here
The boy blew my high, the gun blew his ass
Right off with his man-ager in the back
Ball-in off the lot, no cheese mad as fuck
Half-way down the street, some hoes from the club
Pulled up at the light, in benzo with rims
Now im act-in like, im holler-in at them
[Project Pat] Wussup with y'all? What y'all doin out this late
Girls: Shit! Just leaving the club. What's the business
[Project Pat] Let me get y'all number
And them rings, and that purse
All that mother-fucking shit around yo neck!!
Bitch!! Let me get this shit hoe
Drop it all!!! Shut up bitch!!! Shut up bitch
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun) [repeat 2X]
Robbers we hang, in hoods where they clean
Jack-in any-one, from creature to fiend
Addicted to this, just like it was crack
You sniff in the stream, my tones to your back
I'm out on the lake, while you on a date
Your bitch looking good, you clean so I hate
You take-in your time, to wine and to dine
But times on my side, so I'm goin goin hide
In bushes your house, pull up we jump out
With mask-is and gun, then duct tape your mouth
The girl you was with, gave us the info
That you was a head big nig-ga with doe
A kidnap can turn into a murd-er
Now where is the stash, 45 will serve-ya
We take-in the loot, never think-in twice
Either it's the cheese, or either your life
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun) [repeat 4X]
 
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06.07.2010
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"Ballers"
(feat. Gangsta Boo)

"Ballers"
(feat. Gangsta Boo)



[Hook (2x)]
Ballers we be on some twinkies twinkies
Playa hataz get found stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of dat danky danky
Big diamond rings on ou pinky pinky

[Project Pat]
Jumpin out da trizak
Chewin on a sizack
Sippin on some sizurp
Jus slung a bizag
Name iz Project Pat-a
Moet in my lap-a
Stayin on da grind, cuz da loot gonna stack-a
Watchin for a jack-a
You know I'm a mack-a
Whatcha need dog, ? weed or some crack-a
Ice on my pinky
Smokin on stinky
Caught a sucka slippin
Now I'm on some twenties
Flossin like a playa
Golds keep a twinkle
Eyez fire rized
I'm startin to grow wrinkles
Fall up in da clizub
High off of dizub
Famous in da hood, so these hoes show me lizuv
A dope I'm abizove
So don't be a hate-a
You lame cuz da game, cuz you iz a fake-a
My dopes on da triple
My gats at your temple
I'm hungry for cheese, like hungry hungry hipp-o

[Hook]

[Project Pat]
I pack a gat my friend
I'm stayin strapped my friend
My 17 rounds watchin my back my friend
Killaz attack my friend
They on your back my friend
Where you goin be, if you ever step to pat my friend
I keep it real my friend
Blood donors spill my friend
You violatin hatin niggaz'll get killed my friend
Big money deals my friend
Flexin my skills my friend
I'm poppin game like a junky poppin pills my friend
They can't debate my friend
They puul dank my friend
You got your hands out for cheese, but i can't my friend
You get your own my friend
I stand alone my friend
And I'ma shine like a new set of chrome my friend
Bullet to dome my friend
When your alone my friend
Dat hen dog got me off in a zone my friend
Know what I mean my friend
Cuz down here itz all about da ghetty green my friend

[Hook (1x)]

[Gangsta Boo] Wha Wha

[Project Pat] I here you ballin like dat

[Gangsta Boo]
You did me daddy like dat
I'm in da ? dressed to kill on and poppin like dat
So why You hatin like dat
You goin get caught up like dat
I'm chillin heavy understand me baby, we rollin like dat
So can you get it like dat
Yo iz your pimpin like dat
Or iz you callin Gangsta Boo cuz you want it like dat
You cannot get it like dat
I'm in a Lennox like dat
I'm spendin cheese boy please, I'll be corney like dat
I'm drinkin ? like dat
I'm tryna come up like dat
I'm kinda freaky on some x, cuz I'm horny like dat
I'll freak your man jus like dat
Because I sex him like dat
Ask Paul and Juicy boy, I hypnotize em like dat
I got some hoe on my back
I got some hoe lickin cat
I got some hoe on my beeper, but I ain't callin him back
I'm in it to win it like dat
I'm in a zone like dat
I'm in Black Haven like dat
I'm in North Memphis like dat what?

[Hook (2x)]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Ballers / Outro Cash Money Mix"
(feat. 3-6 Mafia, Baby (Big Tymers), Hot Boys)

"Ballers / Outro Cash Money Mix"
(feat. 3-6 Mafia, Baby (Big Tymers), Hot Boys)



[Project PAT]
Man, why these niggas always hatin' on Hynotize and Cash Money?
Man, fuck these niggas!

[Baby]
What's up wodie? It's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys
These big time Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys,
wit the self made millionaire Cash Money boys

[Turk]
You done fucked with the wrong nigga
Must they know that I ride and I shoot quicker
Should have known not to upset this lil nigga
You got a click so what nigga my click thicker
A bunch of real niggas that'll burn ya
With no waitin' catch ya slippin then jam ya up
Slangin' weight ain't no thang for me
Play by the rules
Or shit I'll kill yo' family
That's what I do
Bust ya chest wide open
And split ya fade nigga
And them all frozen
Moves from the 'K nigga
Turk don't play, when it's time to get serious
Think I'm a hoe keep it that way and stay curious

[Baby]
Niggas be shoutin' one love but wearin black gloves
Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for play
Them niggas shouldn't be respected, they fake
Instead of hittin' blocks with glocks and touchin' niggas money spot
And breakin' bread with the woman who put em in that spot
These niggas wanna trick they hoes
And play with they nose
Instead of totin' fo' fo's and movin' fuckin' kilos
Nigga I done bought more cars than niggas done bought pussy hoes
And bought more rims than niggas done fucked they main hoe in they assholes
3-6 told me to roll and unload
But nigga fuck that
I'm tryin' to stack and mack
And that deal with Universal shoulda showed that
But Uptown is where its at
Playboy won't you tell me how you luv that?
Won't you tell me how you luv that?

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Ballers
We be on some twanky twankies
Playa hatas get found stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of that danky danky
Big diamond rangs on our panky panky

[Juvenile]
Fuck with 3-6 Mafia gon' make me millions
Fuck with CMR gon' make me some more millions
I can see it, I'm a kill 'em
And build me and building
And put some money to the side for my mom and my children
Ridin' with my nigga Rambezee, to the easy
Drinkin' for my nigga Babyzee and B.G.eezy
Ducked off
Tinted windows on my candy apple cut dawg
It's a classy nigga fuck yall

[Juicy J]
I'm representin' Northern Memphis to the fuckin' fullest
We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets
And when that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it
You see a nigga holdin gauge and you wish he would have
Rolled by yo' mama house and put her in a coma
Cuz niggas gone on that Hennessey and marijuana
And now we back up in the hood on a burner phone-a
In that game slangin' came to you blood donors
It's on, coward

[Lil Wayne]
They call me quick draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne
Champagne took my brain I don't think I just aim
Drop tops on a Z-3
Start shootin' like 3 burners
How come them try me
Never know me block burner
Better watch for lil shorty in black
Nigga get back
Bout to make my glock 40 click clack
Brrr kill it
It's yo Life
Spill It
Playin' with the realest
Pop fire like a skillet
Now nigga what the dilly
Highly influenced on Cristal
I'm warnin' you to clear the set because it gets wild
I be disguised as a mailman with a pistol
Then deliver him 50 shots and take his child

[DJ Paul]
Punk bitch I dare ya
I double dare ya step against this pot belly
Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready
Weak ass them cowards try to make moves but I knock 'em out
2nd ones step yall need more help 2 barrels in his mouth
Face it when this shits fucked up you gotta deal with it
This is my game, live with it or get killed with it
These are my dice
This is my board I let you roll off
And how you gon' have ice when I cut your fuckin' water off

[Chorus]

[Project Pat]
It's the project nigga roll back I own them bricks
Kickin' game with the Hot Boy$ and 3-6
B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil Wayne
North Memphis, Uptown, and we havin' thangs
AIn't no thang when ya come real ya gotta shine
I'm strapped with a glock 9, he ain't takin' mine
We in our prime puttin' in work players never rush it
Full of gin, fucking hoes, like I'm mad russian
A discussion amongst men means a power move
Is about to be made for a come-up fool
Slang that iron when you get in my business
Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the rise bitch

[Chorus 2X]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Bare Face Robbem"

"Bare Face Robbem"


[Intro:]
At the end of the day that's all this shit about man
The motherfuckin pesos
That motherfuckin dinero
That cheese nigga

[Hook: x2]
Took a loss in these streets, got a nigga head throbbin
Man I'm bout to snap if I don't come up on some dollars
Already got them bricks, I'm bout to bare face robbem
Yea I know his straps so off top I'm a drop em

[Verse 1:]
Out here in these streets, took a loss ain't got a grungin
Shot bout to change, I'm bout to take me some money
I ain't thinkin jail, nigga hell on a Sunday
All up in yo bud, I need some paper for Monday
Fuck the consequences 'cause a nigga need it right now
Catch yo ass loafin I'm a rob yo ass right now
Battin all night and I've been hungry for a mission
Pressin ass niggas, watch yo ass come up missin
I don't give a fuck cause a nigga gotta eat
And if a nigga ain't smoking then I can't think
So nigga when I catch a 40 blast like a rocket
You went blood on the ground, I'm going in yo pockets

[Hook: x2]
Took a loss in these streets, got a nigga head throbbin
Man I'm bout to snap if I don't come up on some dollars
Already got them bricks, I'm bout to bare face robbem
Yea I know his straps so off top I'm a drop em

[Verse 2:]
My nigga right now I'm really going through a struggle
Tryina feed myself, my son, baby momma
Man I'm dead serious geekin rid of hunger
When it rains and pours you gon feel the thunder
You niggas pull that move got me ridin with a choppa
I'm headed right now to go burn yo niggas' block up
Hear you niggas stress but I'm bout to cut the top out
Of these niggas heads mane, make em straight cop out
And tell me where the stash at, or you gon get blasted
Bust you in yo back, hole bigger than yo ass crack
Been in these streets ever since I was a young nigga
Penitentiary taught me I'm not a dumb nigga

[Hook: x2]
Took a loss in these streets, got a nigga head throbbin
Man I'm bout to snap if I don't come up on some dollars
Already got them bricks, I'm bout to bare face robbem
Yea I know his straps so off top I'm a drop em
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
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"Be A G"
(feat. Juicy J)

"Be A G"
(feat. Juicy J)



[Intro - Juicy J]
Project Pat
Ya boy Juicy J
You'll never be a G
You'll never be a G
[Hook - Project Pat]
I done sold them grams, robbed niggas for cash
I done bust that thumper on plenty niggas ass
Broke down plenty bales, so much clientele
Went to jail, would never tell, but some of you niggas will
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
[Verse 1 - Project Pat]
When I was young, had the chopper; Cock it
Project Pat was robbin
Like the Grinch bitch, takin shit; Fillin up my stocking
Stocking cap on my skull nigga, better wipe off that mug
Nigga like Pat don't give no fuck
Bustin that thumper screaming "Thug Life"
Like 2 Pac, went to jail and never ran it
Held it down for all my dogs, hustlers prayer oh my authentic
Pussy nigga, real acrobatic; Flippin on ya homie
I'm the state you don't bologna
I'm fifty karats, you the phony
Hit a lic, man for fifty yams; Took it off your ass
This the street, who you trustin fool?
Put that in the stash
Round my way, pull a move like that; No coming back
Just exchanged fifty rocks for fifty shots in your ass
[Hook - Project Pat]
I done sold them grams, robbed niggas for cash
I done bust that thumper on plenty niggas ass
Broke down plenty bales, so much clientele
Went to jail, would never tell, but some of you niggas will
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
[Verse 2 - Juicy J]
Let me borrow your bitch... just for tonight
I'll get her so fucking high
You'll think she just caught a flight
She ride my dick like a bike
I tell her suck it, don't bite
And you still cuffing that ho, like you Miami Vice
Juicy J don't love these bitches
I just make love to these bitches
Then send 'em back to that same nigga that hug 'em and kiss 'em
I go to sleep with my money, I cuddle up with my dope
I wake up to that paper and then I go get some more
Fuck nigga, what'cha talkina bout? We don't talk it out
We yellow tape and white chalk it out
Live every day like a homerun
What I'm tryin'a say is we ball out
Your bedroom and your living room fit right inside my dog house
I'm searching hard for a fuck to give, but I'm sorry, looks like I'm all out
[Hook - Project Pat]
I done sold them grams, robbed niggas for cash
I done bust that thumper on plenty niggas ass
Broke down plenty bales, so much clientele
Went to jail, would never tell, but some of you niggas will
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
Cause you'll never-ever-ever-ever-ever be a G
 
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