Project Pat

[fox69]

"Cheese And Dope"

"Cheese And Dope"


[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this green green that I done get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down to none, got this weed is in my lungs
nigga's stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot 'em in his ass
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn
When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get hurt
When my turn? or my time? rock a what, for a dime
Takin' fair chance after chance, but I got to dance
Take the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
I've been heard you're robbers, don't want no other robbers boy
I done and scald ya, with pistol slapped cross mouth
Reach in niggaz pockets, and take yo money out
When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For da 900th stone, I got peas, I got coke
ain't no credit give mang you could get from round here
Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here

[chorus]

I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope
I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo'
hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
what yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy

[Project Pat]
You heard word? what's the word? but you dawgs is da low
selling weed and this weed, but you won't complain a stoo'
I'ma go, I'ma pull, leave a rabbit out a hat
On some cane, mr.sugar, and some killaz strapped wit gats
Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws
Nigga boy, he ain't know, cus da street never minds
Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you, right between the eyes,
you be stinkin' wit the flies
walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro
fucking all in yo home, while she kissing on ma lips,
She be sucking on ma dick, grip the glock - sixteen booms as I dip
Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood
Represent it, to da max, out this out of state facts
Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes
Trying to squeeze, hustle-in, for you niggaz that I fade

[chorus 2x]

You could duck from the tech, on da scaldae
Once I get my cheese, or my flow, then I must be paid
If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade
Get you suckaz sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade
Sippin' on some pauly vision, like some sweet kool-aid
Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate
Niggaz ain't gonna snitch on me dawg, i didn't hesitate
Caught him, at the projects one day, sent him, to his grave
Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear
Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here
Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling "sip" let's go
Wope fiends, keep me on the map, and my pockets full
Eyes red ass hell, cuz I ain't had a blink of sleep
Snorted a quarter ball, so that U, could stay on my feet
Trick's in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too
If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool..

[chorus till end]

 

[fox69]

"Chickenheads"
(feat. DJ Paul, Lil Chat, Juicy J)

"Chickenheads"
(feat. DJ Paul, Lil Chat, Juicy J)



[chorus]
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
[x4]

[Project Pat]
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up weaved up
yo hair is messed
need to get bout' a hustle mission
get up on loot run to beautican
run game until the game is gravy
that don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head
ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
got some gold teeth
at da club tryin ta shake that thang
tryin ta get piece
chicken chicken always into some dumb shit
shuolda paid ya light bill
you bought a outfit
stay at ya mammy house
and keep a smart mouth
its Project Memphis Tenn represent tha south
so pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
full of that mo mo holla at a chicken

[Chorus]

[Lil Chat]
yeah you like my outfit
don't even fake the deal
i thought you said you had your girl on the light bill

[Project Pat]
always in my face
talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims for da Cadilac

[Lil Chat]
you riding clean
but ya gas tank is on E
be stepping out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet

[Project Pat]
that's just the meter broke
youn't know'cha talkin bout
anyway them new Jordans finna come out

[Lil Chat]
hate see ya in a club
ya mobbin wit a mug
know that ya ridin wit ya boy
ya nothing but a scrub

[Project Pat]
but he was with me
that's when you hated
cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted

[Lil Chat]
i sho did
in our face drankin on that "yak"
moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs

[Project Pat]
what? you need some gum
breath like some thunder
what you lookin at
i don't want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)

[Chorus]

[Dj Paul]
now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
see the 20 inch Pirelli's roll
mane thank the vogues
dodgin all my foes
ridin Cady truck wit dvd
a flock of broads follow me
from the club to break they knees
knowin that's all i want
straight out tha club
tha rest ain't smellin right
the last thang on they mind is freshin up
its goin down tonight
weave in they head
weed in they purse
still crunk
baby seats all across the back wit close in the trunk

[Juicy J]
i been known to hold my own
i been known to ride on chrome
i been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
i'm the fool supplyin tha dro
i'm tha fool supplyin tha blow
i'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do
tellin me that you diggin me
tellin me i'm yo man to be
girlfriend its gone cost a fee
get yo rags and work that streets
pay ya boy and make me rich
so we keep them swisher's lit
pay yo fees we count them g's
cashin it from all you chicks

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Chiefin"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"Chiefin"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



We chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
I'm so high I'm facing furs
That's high as fuck,
This weed so good gotta close yo ears
That's loud as fuck
Rolling up that west coast
Papers, cigars, bongs, weed pipes
Really smoke it off
You know I fuck with them vapors
Smoke weed under the table
Smoking pounds dunking that
This drink got me faded
I can't see a damn thing
Out these Gucci aviators
Got my lean on ice
Looking for some kush label
Put that shit on down
Roll up another blunt
Bitch I burn up till I turn up
And I do my own stunts
Got my white girl bringin me
A new stray of lean
In my cup let's go ham
Moving slow that a old man
We chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
We chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Young Khalifa man and I'm a play ya, ya, ya
Rollin up that reefer everyday ya, ya, ya
Try me, you gonna see that I don't play ya, ya, ya
No shirt on, reloading up that K ya, ya, ya
Talking shit we find out where he stay ya, ya, ya
Hit'em up with something make'em say ya, ya, ya
Chopper bullets hit him in his face ya, ya, ya
Taliban away my niggas spray bow, bow, bow
Run up on you what you niggas saying nigga?
Right now
Heard you got that kush
But it ain't right
It's that light brown
You niggas in the way ya, ya, ya
Rollin with my bitch, do what I say ya, ya, ya
We chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
We chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking on that FI ya, ya, ya
Turnt up on that white liquor vodka
Smoking on this green like a rasta
I got the wax candles big
Like a crucifix
It's a true blessing to be in
Hey lit some Cali shit
Wet herbs mixed with purple herbs
That Kool-Aid kush
I'm full poured up mixed
With some orange crushed
We on some astronaut shit
Bout to lift off
My partner putting on this heat
Work he pissed off
Them bitches on they way
Dog my dick like crowbar
I hope they got they shoes on'em
I'm a knock they socks off
We chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
We chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Chiefin like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya
Smoking like a engine
Hey! Ya, ya, ya

 

[fox69]

"Choose U"

"Choose U"


[Project Pat]
Don't you get mad at me cause your broad den chose-a
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock big botty hoppin' in now
Dark skin, gold teeth mann you know we in now
I know that's your baby momma
I know that it hurts some
You know when we get together
I'm gon' let her twurk some
Let her hit the blunt some
No time of the month some
Pull out a condom
Then I make a run some
Freaky as she wanna be
I'ma let her gonna be
She can be herself anytime that she get wit' me
Backseat action riverside relaxin'
Flick out the DVD that ass I'm waxin'
I'ma keep it real wit' cha
I'ma let her deal wit' cha
I don't fight over hoes I'ma let the steel hit cha
All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me
In your heart really sad boy you betta crown me

[Chorus]
I, I choose you baby
Oh I, I choose you baby

[Project Pat]
You fuckin' wit' my lut'
When you lay on yo' child support
She alwayz give me half of that on my car note
Hundred spoke rims sittin' slick on the Escalade
Couldna been the king of heart mane baby got me paid
First of the year tax time keep me wit' a smile
I'ma get a extra couple g's claimin' yo' child
Yeah that's why I know
This is the world that we living in
Don't get hot, stya about my game, and quit meddling
Pedalin' in these weed sacks
Nigga give me feedback
I don't need no stems dog
You can get the seeds back
Always been a hustla
That's were shit is diggin'
Do just like I tell her to
And wit' no renigen
Her lips and my brain
We can go a long way
On her arm my name
Got that for her birthday
I say that's the only way I gotta have it
Branded for life
All the ass I'ma grab it

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Choppers"

"Choppers"


[chorus: 2x]
On the block we got them choppers
we got them choppers in the car we got them choppers
we got them choppers at the club we got them choppers we got
them choppers ain't no love we got them choppers we got
them choppers
[B.G.]
Look chopper totin is my occupation set my
ground I'm representing in this situation
since I was young it been all about paper chasing
it was a trauma for niggas that been player hatin
I don't give a fuck call it short ten years I was facing
Bitch wanted B.G.z to get out but that ain't bout natin
B.G. a livin legend that represent the streets
t.v's is what i'm watching while i'm in my Mercedes Jeep
I don't check niggas then splittin niggas
I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich niggas
presidential Rolex wrapped around my wrist nigga
nigga hope after the show i'm fucking yo bitch nigga
act like a nigga Cash Money like to shine nigga
pay attention cause we hypnotize yo mind nigga
about my cash so I stay on the grind nigga
you wanna war look i'm ready at all times nigga
bout mine nigga get it right get it right
[Baby]
What you say B.G.z these niggas better get it right
everybody stay in line
Niggas totin gats and breakin backs but
in 98 we shine
in 99 it's nigga time
and i'm gone get mine
niggas incausterated doing time shouting fuck one time
got limo tents with rolie's that gone line
totin two nines shots from the front and behind
let bitch niggas know they can't take mine
i'm using my mind cause i'm enhancing doing crime
and you gone hear it in all my rhymes
i'm moving bricks to set tricks making sure
every hoe I fuck with suck my dick
my baby momma could miss me with that bullshit
I want the money, a rolex, a 99 roles royce kaneice slick
niggas bettin shoutin how you luv that? These other
niggas keep stealin but I don't understand that
not fucking these hoes with Project Pat
nigga tell me how you love that tell me how you luv that
[Repeat Chorus: 2x]
[Project Pat]
I'm yo dawg Project Pat ghetto section A housing
stomach pain growling got me on the prowling
streets got me wildin backstabbers smilin
now i'm catchin checks for some hundreds and thousands
i'm housing these bitches man dope try to down me
grew up in the hood so you hoes better crown me
get from round me i'm a thug be beside me(out of state)
wanna show love but they know they can't know they fake
when I touch ya dome won't be shit funny
like Baby and B.G. I want that Cash Money
the fast money i'm addicted to this fast life
just like a drunk i'm smoking crack out that glass pipe
yo ass might as well try to jack yo momma
I never had shit to run up and cacth troubles
a real nigga ya step ya die see yo ass
rather try crack before you try me
[Repeat Chorus: 3x]

 

[fox69]

"Cocaine"

"Cocaine"


[DJ Paul]
Cocaine... cocaine... cocaine.... cocaine
[Chorus x2]
We can snort it we can flip it, we can snort it we can flip it
We can snort it we can flip it, we can snort it (cocaine)
We can snort it we can flip it, we can snort it we can flip it
We can snort it we can flip it, we can snort it (cocaine)
[Verse 1]
I had rocks, in my mouth, razorblade, in my hand
If a nigga hittin' dope, then you get it from the man
Understand, I can do the thang, any way you want it
We can make it quarter key, or a ball for the hundred
Want it now, maybe wanna come, through a lil' later
Got a line, up my nose, size of, the equator
Take a ounce, of that pure, then make it into two
Bakin' soda make it stretch, on the stove it'll brew
Come on through, I ain't worried 'bout no niggaz on a jackin'
I got killers front and back do', who ain't on no actin'
Guns clackin' triggers pull, sendin' suckers straight to Heaven
You'll get hit, in the head, wit' this AK-47
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Residue, on the table from the ki's we's choppin'
Our, balls big as, golfballs, we's been sno'tin'
Up all night, in this trap house, niggaz know we got clout
'Caine slangers on the blade know, what I'm talkin' 'bout
'Bout to bring the snow, to the hood like a blizzard
Dodgin' police and this trap they movin', like a lizard
Hoovin', got a pipeline, comin' out of Dallas
Got a mansion in Memphis, down there, got a palace
I'm addicted to this hustle game, just, like the 'caine
Tell myself, I'mma quit, but I can't, stop it mayne
Love the cars, love the clothes, diamonds, in my mouth
Down here, dope is cheaper so we boomin' down south
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul]
Cocaine... cocaine... cocaine... cocaine
Cocaine... cocaine... cocaine...
[fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Counting Money"
(feat. Nasty Mane)

"Counting Money"
(feat. Nasty Mane)



[Intro:]
You niggas out here talkin bout
It ain't bout the money
I heard this nigga all day man
This nigga said taught me it ain't bout the money
I'm like, my nigga, if it ain't about the money
Then what the fuck is it man?

[Hook: x2]
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)

[Verse 1:]
Fresh up off the press I got ink all on my fingertips
Thumbin through the check, make it flip, made me cop a brick
Money on my mind, I can't sleep, I gotta have paper bitch
He don't stack on top of M's, I want that Bill Gates shit
Fuck nigga counterfeit, talkin all that fake shit
Chop em all, you're like some grass
Clean off my estate bitch
Money on my mind, in the sky I'm stayin bluntin
Money make that pussy wet, counting all these hunnids
Talkin like you flexin but you broke and lookin bummy
I pull Maserati red bitch and a bunny
Ho that ain't no money, pop yo ass with 20 bands
All this cash in my hand, watch me do the money dance

[Hook: x2]
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)

[Verse 2:]
Ho I'm countin money, I'm thumbin through the check
She said money make her cum, it make my dick get red
Nasty mind, I'm always on some money shit
A 50 just to hold my pants up, that's that Louie shit
I'm in the club throwin money in the locket fly
My nigass hangin in the back, throwing gang sings
Yea we poppin bottles, yea we fuck with models
That lil bitch swimming in the mon, they say I need some goggles
We see them niggas hatin, well fuck it, let em hate
They have some hustle about they stuff, they could participate
They got they hands out, it ain't no handouts
That type of attitude will keep you with yo ass out

[Hook: x2]
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)
Ho I'm countin money, ho that shit ain't nothing (that ain't shit)

 

[fox69]

"County Jail"

"County Jail"


[Chorus]
I don't wanna go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go t county jail no more more more
[Project Pat]
Where is Project? Where is Project?
Here I go here I go
Suckas wanna take me suckas wanna break me
Yeah I know yeah I know
Here they come tha policia servin me a warrant
Blastin off my piece-ia that's how I responded
Eyes red off this refia stangin like a hornet
Hood slang what I speak to ya thugs get up on it
Hoppin out like a frog ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit
Pointed toes dodgin laws let me feel it can I hit it
Freak ones wit tha curly tongues sturdy givin puns
Early birds came to put the worm right down they lungs
Gimme some little incident when them blues'll flash
Jump and grab on the atf then I mash tha gas
They just love mane to pull me ova cause I'm ghetto star
Any weapons any drugs sir searchin in my car
[Chorus x2]
[Project Pat]
Sugar me timba dog and blow me down
Pullin out tha tone tone and yall don't make a sound
Lay it down for tha mista twista bottle caps
Stick em up like a pirate but without a patch
Chitty chitty bang bang nuthin but cheese mane
Nitty gritty what I get to wit my thang thang
When you try to come around-a don't try to down tha
I represent tha dirty M to tha town-a
Po-pos they be watchin chickens are flockin
I'm game for some brain we call Doc and lockin
Tha green is inhaled-a drunk like a sailor
Did you see tha whale-a mane on her tail-a
Tha jail I was locked up hell what I went through
Went just like a chef cause I kept a Ginsu
Project doin time now that's just a no no
I don't wanna go to jail no a mo' mo'
[Chorus x2]
[Project Pat]
Ba-ba-buka chickens don't be kissin me
Like Alfred Hitchcock this really ain't no mystery
Tha game don't stizop to hell wit suckas dissin me
A burnt up blizock will send you penitentiary
Get caught by tha narcs for slammin on tha con-a-crete
Charge partna talk for straight killin on tha street
You need to wa-watch tha company you keepin wit
Tha tones p--p-pop tha bullets goin for a snitch
A North Memphis veteran I ain't scared of nann
Keep my hand on tha metal friend and that's off tha wam
Understand where I'm comin from playas flexin
Crown Vics, trucks, Chevy, Max, and them Lexins
You can keep it on tha lowsky or get you some time
All these hatas gettin nosey you stay on tha grind
Like Aaliyah robadowsky knockin suckas out
Ain't no goin back to pokey what I'm talkin bout
[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Crack A Head"

"Crack A Head"


[Chorus]
We ain't out here claimin' killer but we will, crack a head
CRACK A NIGGA HEAD! CRACK A NIGGA HEAD!
Naan one of y'all suckers wanna get some of this
CRACK A NIGGA HEAD! (we'll) CRACK A NIGGA HEAD!
We ain't out here claimin' killer but we will, crack a head
CRACK A NIGGA HEAD! CRACK A NIGGA HEAD!
Naan one of y'all suckers wanna get some of this
CRACK A NIGGA HEAD! (we'll) CRACK A NIGGA HEAD!

[Verse 1]
I'm throwin' Project hood haymakers, in the club, on the block
Swangin' 'til ya fall, then I stomp you wit' my Reeboks
Haters used to laugh when I was po', well chuckle this
Nothin' but, very chapped lips, chasin' knuckle fist
Knuckle this, up, in ya mind when you was lookin' mean
Hit him in his face, eyes rolled like a slot machine
All up in the club, nigga talkin' caught one in the throat
Fist to his windpipe, that was all, that she wrote
Hate to see it happen, but believe me, that it will
Violate us dog and, blood is, gonna spill
You gon' get some ackrite, reachin' for my Henn' bottle
Slap you in yo' dome, it'll send you right into tomorrow

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
You young punks need to walk, off in si-o-lence
Bump into me, and experience some of this vi-o-lence
I'm raisin' chairs up and send ya head into concussion
Some nigga dissed North Memphis so we had to rush him
Talk all that noise, but you boys are some ?? lugs
You shall get beat down clown, by guerilla lugs
Some street raised but some knuckle punch, skilly lugs
Don't be amazed sayin' what you gonna do to us
'Cause we ain't takin' threats, layin' bets on who we whuppin'
If he got beat wit' one, all of us gonna whup him
Ya gal chose, so we manned, up like game time
Over a broad, you is bouts, to get flatlined

[Chorus]

[music to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Crash Da Clubs"
(feat. Lil Wyte)

"Crash Da Clubs"
(feat. Lil Wyte)



[Verse One: Lil Wyte]
Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit bars
Gripp'in your nina hard, bitch my blood inhated by heart
When I buck you gonna start recognize life is a game
And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't bout to change
I'm snatch your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane in which direction he make inzane
I ain't bout that fame I'm bout the cheese, that this bout to bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting allover with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come thru I'm crushing like boulders
I'm hard to top shoot at plenty I bet it gonna knock,
Whatever I drop, but even your bitch can touch whatever I got
You wildin or not is so bring your beef to the spot
Hope that you got your glock I'm strapped with no hesitance to pop
So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not its everlasting, ain't bout to stop

[Chorus: repeat 7X]
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in

[Verse Two: Lil Wyte]
Rotten core to the bone with no way home and destination bitch
I see you flying blind and you implying that I been trading bitch
And I helped you out and I put your name across the nation bitch
And I got the champ It's all the jealously up in you bitch
Now how do you think you going to get a piece of my wealth
I created and sculpted, molded and made myself
I'm furiously gifted, lyrically raised in hell
If you want it, come get it you better brace yourself
My provocative rocket wetting hoes on sight
Interactive disaster crucial a pond your flight
Better watch I will ride especially at night
I got a bullet in chamber coming at you that read Wyte
So before you come tricking you better think about life
You only got one you see and you better live it right
Ride or die is my terms and I aint getting fucked twice
Think you gone come out of here, come on bitch roll your dice

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in

[Verse Three: Lil Wyte]
I'm bout to crash, the clubs break da law
Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
If it's killing season aint no reason aint no need to stop
I'm the one put here to absorb all this energy and pain
None stop pop from the top of the clip in glock I still don't feel you mane
Cause of that gram of coke and now I'm puffin a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and with my killas you will be found on the floor
I must confess I aint about shit
But if you think to cross me bitch
You'll end up stankey, walk the plankey, and empty out your pockets bitch
Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
With these issues that I'm facing daily, I should tote a tec
Get respect that's no option, all the hater filled with toxic 'in
Walk right thru the center of the crowd and pistols gets to floss' in
Causing problem dodge' in bullets soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage making havoc reaction fuck'in with me
Chair to your bizack go thru my head when you ignite the flame
Lead to your bizack of your head before it hit your brain

[Chorus: repeat 8X]
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in