Project Pat

[fox69]

"Flippin N Stackin"

"Flippin N Stackin"


Know what I'm sayin?
I'm flippin and stackin and flexin on you sissy ass niggas
You know what I'm sayin?
Keep you suckas in my rear view
My money on my mind
Give a fuck about that other shit
I love them dollar signs
You on some sucka shit
Only thang you runnin is your mouth
You on some other shit
Only thang you runnin is your mouth
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin
You catch me in and out the bank, desire; know I'm on my grind
She say fuck a horoscope, she just love them dollar signs
Bitch I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm robbin, I'm jackin
I'm strapped up nigga, I'm smashin
Been pimpin hos, been hittin lics
Been robbin tricks, lil nigga what's happenin?
Got a crazy plug on that surp
Got a stupid plug on that work
Y'all just talkin, flaugin dog
Ain't never put in no work
Paid the price for that sack and bought me that purp
Clientele on that curb, Cobain let's work
Triple ol G a perk, ghetto gossip church
Talk to 'em, pulpit
Money motivated, fuck bullshit
Grip anything I can get
Dedicated to stackin grip
They screw face, frustrated cause they ain't havin shit
Keep you suckas in my rear view
My money on my mind
Give a fuck about that other shit
I love them dollar signs
You on some sucka shit
Only thang you runnin is your mouth
You on some other shit
Only thang you runnin is your mouth
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin
Watch it stack up to the ceiling
Buy a house and stash the cash
I'm addicted to the money, some say I came up fast
They should make a movie of my life, romance for these cashes
Rubber bands and Ben Franks, they'll never find my stashes
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, she fuckin, she suckin; I skeeted all in her mouth
I'm smokin, she drankin, she naked, I'm thankin I'ma beat it up on the couch
Money motivate, pussy niggas hate country nigga from the south
You talk shit but ain't got shit, so you can stick a dick in your mouth
Wanna roll like a trucker
A slick motherfucker
Said her pussy was for sale, but me; I'm not a sucker
Countin up plenty bands
Smokin too many strands
Got straps on deck for you, muhfucka who will dance?
Keep you suckas in my rear view
My money on my mind
Give a fuck about that other shit
I love them dollar signs
You on some sucka shit
Only thang you runnin is your mouth
You on some other shit
Only thang you runnin is your mouth
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin
I'm flippin, I'm stackin, I'm flexin

 

[fox69]

"Freaky Before"
(with Juicy J, Cash Out and Project Pat)

"Freaky Before"
(with Juicy J, Cash Out and Project Pat)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
Calling up, wanna know exactly what's going on
Work all night, fall through the trap in the early morn'
She don't waste any time she getting what she want
Don't hesitate, baby relax your mind hit this KK and elevate
Kicking it with some real niggas nothing like them clones
Should be soaking up all this swag instead they going through your phone
Girl, Instagram ain't got that many likes
First she ain't smoke when I approached her now she rolling them right
And holding 'em tight, going all night, you know I'm the type
I lower the lights, and

She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

[Juicy J:]
Boo you nasty throw your legs up, I'm in my zone
Take off your dress take off your bra I'm tryna make you moan
Make yo ankles touch, my thumb in yo' pussy
Caressing your butt and tell you, how much I wana fuck
But I like watching you, freak me before I hit that ass
Oh you, wanna share me tonight, then call your friend from Georgia Tech
Cause I enjoy her neck, and I enjoy your breasts
And y'all can fuck me first and eat each other next
I'm so blessed, I'll enjoy the show
Weed smoke, camera open on my iPhone

She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

[Project Pat:]
Project Pat-uh, touch them toes-ayes, my lil bros-ayes [?]
Them tats, on that soft pretty skin, and a wet, pussy
I must say, make me wanna murder seen that kitty with it
Promethazine sucking titties, on her mouth I show no pity
Head fire, got them toes curled up like nappy hair
Polo is my underwear she open them legs what's up in thur
I'm going in and out and in and out
I'm trying to keep my [?]
She freaky as she need to be, showing that she fuck with me
She always sucking me

She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

She get freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed
She getting freaky before the bed

 

[fox69]

"Fuck A Bitch"
(feat. Juicy J)

"Fuck A Bitch"
(feat. Juicy J)



[(Chorus) 16x]
Fuck a bitch, mothafuck a bitch

[Project Pat]
Man its the mack pimp never simp
play these bitches like a chimp-panzee
pass the fine ass bitch back to the
niggaro dick in hole down to they nut come
come some off her tongue then I have to break and run
back black to the bitch who was droppin off the cheese
never have I fucked her she is calling me a thieve
hoe say please and I have to make her say it all the time
never make love to the body only to the mind
half the time all these bitches want is a good nut
all the time they like sneaky shit and they kinky sluts
hit the butt from the back man but dont you ever eat her
when you dig these hoes right you become the pita leader
of the five of the niggas you know that she fuckin wit
two cause they got a car three for the bebe kids
so my nig when she wants to fuck tell much it'll cost
when you get that bebe crew check bitch drop it off

[(Chorus) 8x]
Fuck a bitch (bitch) mothafuck a bitch

[Juicy J]
So pass the pussy pass the pussy
when I creep to your house bitch I'm bringing roadies with me
all these hoes think I care for them but they dont know the juiceman
once a bitch always a bitch love is just a pimp thang
fuck waiting for two months I want the pussy in a day
stuck a past dyke freaky bitch dont let your shit decay
I'm the type thats out for your cheese and your car keys
and write your shit and wool with may love bitch hit your knees
on the floor slob my knob until you see the prisher for
a DJ Paul recorder scamcorder through the closet door
now you know the Juicy J dont put you hoes next it takes
I just take shit about my nig and say the things that might relate
to you hoes that turn too old bitch thought her pussy was solid gold
now she's a dyke I shoulda known muscle bound dont want no pole
now hear this I'ma tell you this if a nigga make it rich
fuck a girl fuck a woman fuck a freak and fuck a bitch

[Chorus fading]
Fuck a bitch (bitch) mothafuck a bitch

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Naw"

"Fuck Naw"


Guess I'm never sleeping in these streets (fuck naw)
Guess I'm never scared to buss my heat (fuck naw)
Put a bitch over my money (fuck naw)
Made a finger to my enemy (fuck yaw)
Guess I'm never sleeping in these streets (fuck naw)
Guess I'm never scared to buss my heat (fuck naw)
Put a bitch over my money (fuck naw)
Made a finger to my enemy (fuck yaw)

Army gun, M16, have you carry out by 6
Fifty clip, AR5th, one shot have you doing flips
Banana clips, in the chopper for you monkey ass niggas
Bullets keep a appetite
Eat you up for Sunday dinner
AK slugs, twists and turns
Fed you up like a blender
Bullet and rifle crash you in the face
Like a winter
I'm a animal, in the jungle, on some survival shit
Sneak detectives, masked up
That Al Qaeda shit
A brittle boy get a Nigga ass scene, get one
Nigga didn't want to give his plug
So I plugged him one
In the leg, next shot in the head
I'm tryna to get ahead
Nigga gon shoot that lead
When it's all about that bread

Guess I'm never sleeping in these streets (fuck naw)
Guess I'm never scared to buss my heat (fuck naw)
Put a bitch over my money (fuck naw)
Made a finger to my enemy (fuck yaw)
Guess I'm never sleeping in these streets (fuck naw)
Guess I'm never scared to buss my heat (fuck naw)
Put a bitch over my money (fuck naw)
Made a finger to my enemy (fuck yaw)

We move strategically
Shoot back immediately
I done received the drugs, then the murder was a grievance
Got your bitch on a bended knees
Whilst she sucking me
I just bought her a lunch my nigga
You know shit ain't for free
To be 'round me goin' cause a fee
And that's an apostrophe
We called the street life the gang
But it ain't monopoly
[?] auto on the ride, kill them homicide
Rock just like me go about my money, everybody die
If you owe me, then you owe my plug, I could die
Like potatoe wedges, in that grease, you gon fry
From them AK slugs, when they hit that ass up
Chop a bullets to his torso, split that ass up

Guess I'm never sleeping in these streets (fuck naw)
Guess I'm never scared to buss my heat (fuck naw)
Put a bitch over my money (fuck naw)
Made a finger to my enemy (fuck yaw)
Guess I'm never sleeping in these streets (fuck naw)
Guess I'm never scared to buss my heat (fuck naw)
Put a bitch over my money (fuck naw)
Made a finger to my enemy (fuck yaw)

 

[fox69]

"Fuckin' With The Best"
(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)

"Fuckin' With The Best"
(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse)



[DJ Paul]
HCP Hypnotize Camp Posse bitch and it's still on hoe

[(Chorus 1) 2x]
North North North North North Mafia

[Chorus 2]
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us bitch fuck the rest you fuckin with the best my...
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Posse

[Crunchy Blac]
Let me see do you niggas rob
Let me see do you niggas kill
Let me see do you niggas know how to get you a fuckin mill
Let me see do you niggas know how to keep shit real
If you faking the deal then you get your ass killed
Ain't no hating round here nigga we bout our business
All we trying to get is paper and we ain't even witness
You talk a whole bunch of shit get your head bussed bitch
We put bodies in the back of of our pickup bitch
And droppin em in a ditch

[Lord Infamous]
Bitch eat these hollow tips and die fuckin one through brain and rib cage
Once they come simulate through your lungs make sure dum-dums don't die today
Dig these hoes bury these foes bitch keep your nose up out my tray
Toss grenades chopper spray stay the fuck up out my way
Leave dem casket doors closed nuthin left but nigga guts
Take a paper sac don't be at the funeral throwing up
None of his remains but these thangs I left in his truck
Sincerly yours Lord Infamous Scarecrow

[La Chat]
Don't have to be no stranger violate bitch your life in danger
A trigga nigga bitch that showin no pity full of anger
I said from the start mothafucka I warned you I got no love
It's staight from the heart when I fuck your body up with them slugs
La Chat you know me hoe I'm always seen in the streets
But you never gonna try to talk to me wishing cause you bitches too weak
If you fuck with me it'll be your life a simple chance that you takin
Clicked up with the Hypnotize Camp of life so all you bitches quit hatin

[Juicy J]
Yeah on that ecs we rollin rollin
North Memphis pistols totin totin
Baby bottles full of cert
With that ice we keep it frozen
Fills of nigga on my hip
Baby I might take a sip
When I'm in the studio
Envy he might take a slip
Ounce of green we break it down
Kings of Memphis on the town
So you niggas take that ink
Trying to stretch it with that frown

[Crunchy Black]
Cause all I wanna know is can you smoke with me smoke with me
Cheif on that weed you smokin dope with me dope with me

[DJ Paul]
Bitch this a real mothafuckin click
Niggas out here traytin flodgin fakin on my profit shit
Trying to steal my name trying to have my fame even wanna look like me
Plenty niggas join the game but only the real break the meat
Bring the pain bring the noise get respect cash the check
Everything be cool till they try to get what I get
Fire hot platinum plaque matching chains with the watch
Let me see you haters bring any plaques back to he spot
Bring it on nigga bring it on don't forget to bring dem tones nigga bring dem tones
Nigga hope you be bout pullin triggas cause figgas I hang with to
Thugs in HCP don't carry a gun nigga we carryin two
Wanna be's never be's nobody's you asking me
Just a bunch of niggas that wanna claim that low down dirty three
Pop you bitches in the back give your mamma's heart attacks
From this day forth I declare war I hope you niggas ready for that (okay)

[Project Pat]
I represent North Memphis where your cars will be stolen
Young niggas buck as hell nuts will get swollen
Mothafuck the police dope we be holding
Poppin out some lead empty clips then reloading
Ghetto thug niggas out the hood what we molding
Turn ya outer weed ecstasy and that blowin
Pullin robberies jacking sprees dollars foldin
Murder first degree fuck with me I ain't goin
Out here on these bricks making licks off of suckas
Armed to the t you can die mothafucka
Trying to get a piece it's the slang we be using
Of the fuckin pie riding twanks we be crusing
Violators dome and your head get so woozy
All fuckin day bodies stay on the newsy
Hypnotize Minds on a rise for a come up
Strapped wit them thangs those who hate will get fucked up

[T-Rock]
My HCP gorillas making stance fractured skulls exploding brains
To make it tame we came to put a strain of running game of lames
Mafia niggas plan a fit weapons like black panther shit
Decinegrate your life and take your breath just like a cancer stick
I blast with no hessitance no fingerprint evidence
My mafia resiment will bomb on your residents
I'm T-Rock and I dwell in slums of the ak to represent
But call me Mr. Washington cause I'm all about presidents

 

[fox69]

"Gang Signs"

"Gang Signs"


Yeah, this go out to all my Crip and Blood niggas, Georgia, Tennessee, North Carolina, Alabama, MISSISSIPPI, all my Blood (Cali) niggas in Galveston Texas, Blood and Crip niggas in Dallas, y'all know the business. Bounty Hunter Bloods, Piru Bloods (HTown), all my Grape Street Crip niggas. Rolling 90's, Neighborhood Crips, Rolling 60's, Rolling 20's, Rolling 30's, 107 Hoover Crip (South Carolina), FiveDeuce Hoover Crips, OKC, Oklahoma City (Richmond Virginia), all them Crip niggas in Oklahoma City, Blood and Crip niggas (Tennessee) in Little Rock Arkansas, y'all know the business...

[HOOK]
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...

[VERSE ONE]
Oh, we throwing them, my nigga...
I live that street life, I did time in the state...
I don' wrestled with them FEDs, had to rob for a plate...
Had to murder me a few so I wouldn't take a minus...
Break and bury all tools, putting that behind us...
Keep the new choppers close, blanket to Linus...
Charlie Brown Benz, Dog, nothing but the finest...
Tennessee kingpin, Project Pata...
I know you niggas sell dope, but my pockets fatter...
A hundred drum on the Tom, son, bullets scatter...
Slugs enter in your back, and come out your bladder...
Ratta tatta when I'm busting on a rata...
I'm screaming "Off with your head" like the mad hatter...nigga...

[HOOK]
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...

[VERSE TWO]
You selling dope in my neighborhood, I wish a nigga would...
We got the guns and mask, then bring it to your hood...
I'll snatch you out them butter guts, but I'm not a fool...
Fifty rounds, first will shoot you up, bullets going through...
Any car, ripping through the steel, cutting past leather...
Mash down on this trigger like it was a gas pedal...
Blast better, choppers in use, I'ma let loose...
Blood leaking out your stomach mixed with that Grey Goose...
Was kind of spooked once them slugs whistled past your head...
You heard the kiss of death, on life support, you at the MED...
And we don't bar the police, they can get it with ya...
You false flaggers in these streets, we gon' get up with ya...

[HOOK]
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...

 

[fox69]

"Gas"

"Gas"


I got that gas, off in the hood
Turned to the max, want that green
Come shop with me, I got that sack
Got what you need, that Mali green
I keep that pack, I'm on fire
I'm burnin up, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I'm on fire
I'm burnin up, I got that gas

I got that gas off in the hood, turned to the max
Better chill, I pop a pill
Know how to act, put that molly off in my wallet
Don't do no tab, drinkin liquor
Split up the Swisher, fill it up with grams
Smokin Keisha, don't do no Reggie
My name ain't Kim, roll that gas
Where the fuck you rollin?
Them seeds or stems, chasin M's
Man gettin in, stackin dividends
Couple of pounds of that stanky shit-ta
Bought me a Benz way back then
You smoke that mid, 2006; Check me now
Blowin on some shit, louder than a band
Here I am, they'll take them bales
Put 'em in a van, yes I am
Man fuck them pigs, I'm goin ham

I got that gas, off in the hood
Turned to the max, want that green
Come shop with me, I got that sack
Got what you need, that Mali green
I keep that pack, I'm on fire
I'm burnin up, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I'm on fire
I'm burnin up, I got that gas

I wake up in the early morn, toke two to the dome
Choking loud, bitch I'm blowing strong
O-G my cologne
Bitch I'm grown, what the fuck you mean
I do what I want
Grab my tone, then I grab my stealth
Then weigh up a zone
Bitch I'm on when I gets it in
Best believe it's domes
Ship it out, bro you movin fast
I be like what's wrong? Fuck you mean?
You ain't got my cheese?
I'm like nigga please
Cocked that chrome, ain't no takin these
Them expensive trees, shittin me?
Got the right mind to put your mind at ease
Help them beams find a light line, cause he couldn't keep it G
Blowin purp, a vanilla Swish; I don't give a fuck
This three-five, I'ma grind it up, fill it in one blunt
Take your bitch, hit her from the back
I know she gon' front, bitch don't act
Got this in my cup for hoes and my sluts
With these Xans, I think I'm the man
Don't know who I am, once again
I stay blowin gas like a ceiling fan

I got that gas, off in the hood
Turned to the max, want that green
Come shop with me, I got that sack
Got what you need, that Mali green
I keep that pack, I'm on fire
I'm burnin up, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I got that gas
I got that gas, I'm on fire
I'm burnin up, I got that gas

 

[fox69]

"Get Down"

"Get Down"


[Juicy J]
Yessir North North! Yeah Project Pat 'bout to hip you
niggaz to some real shit... how he used to do it back
in the day... that mask and that muhfuckin' pistol...
what that nigga went to jail fo' on some real real shit

[Chorus]
I was wild wit' that pis-tol in the streets
Tryna make a killin' off of coke and weed
You know how we get, down, you know how we get, down
You know how we get, down, you know how we get, down
I was wild wit' that pis-tol in the streets
Tryna make a killin' off of coke and weed
You know how we get, down, you know how we get, down
You know how we get, down, you know how we get, down

[Verse 1]
They knew them K's, was blazin', they knew they couldn't, phaze him
Roll through not to, get chasin', look for prey, to slay 'em
That's what we out, here doin', Hardy boy heads, we bruisin'
Resist and you'll, be losin', murder was the, conclusion
Flossin' and flaugin' wit' flags, Hit you wit' autos and mags
Run up on this here, you'll crash, and we ain't wearin' no mask
Strange to us, an al-i-en, warrin' like it's ray-le-on
You, got reputa-ti-on, dog you needs to pay me some
Cars, it ain't no savin' 'em, broads, we out here playin' 'em
Un-til that, we go to jail, then we wanna stay wit' 'em
Kept, the hydro fired up, coca kept us wired up
If you is a shaky guy, you don't wanna ride wit' us

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I had cheeeese, dope, and a whole bunch of broads
Hydro weeeed, smoke, and pistola in my draws
Niggaz doooo choke, scared of me, like the laws
'Cause that guaaage I tote, blow they back, through the walls
Well they never ever caught me, catch a bar-tee
You could die, rather short-ly, murder par-tee
Drank-in', on a fo'-ty, wanna cross, me
Shot the boy, in his face, now his brother want, me
And my boys took it out of town, oh it's a collision
No-thin' to a gang-sta, that ain't no decision
Seen 'em dippin' wit' them wank-stas, leavin' the club
Guerilla piss, in my sys-tem, a dan-gerous drug
My nigga C, he was driv-in', they pulled on the e-way
Ballin' up behind them, I let, loose the S-K
Through the wind-shield, rip steel, cut they heads off
On expressway, seen a exit then we sped off

[Chorus]

[music to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Get Loose"

"Get Loose"


[Hook x2:]
I ain't tripping on no broad
I got bitches that get loose
All it take is some of that loud and a couple shots of that goose
I be training the hoes like dogs
She fuck me she gotta fuck you
Man if that's your bitch you better get your bitch
Cause if I hit your bitch and you through
Pussy real good and her head is even better
Made here eat the whole dick the first night I met her
Oh ratches ass ghetto hood ass rats wanna fight her
And these sucker ass niggas tryna snatch her up and wife her
I heard she got the blow, though
Her chevy that's a four door
My cousin hit that broad, but I flex like I don't know though
Man when I hit the front door, her mouth wide open
Man this bitch didn't waste a second toss her action while I'm smoking
Took her to the room with the king size bed
I'm Lebron in this bitch, Project dunking in her head
She asked me for some bread my reply was an excuse
Zip my pants hit the door, burnt out in a coupe
[Hook]
One thing in this world I believe in is karma
Nigga tried to hit my gal so I fucked his baby mama
He know his girl was bumping off the slugs in my grill
In my foreign Aston Martin flexing dawg, how you feel
Cause if your feeling salty, guess that's something to run your pressure up
My nigga that breaked your heart
It don't matter how you dress her up
Everybody know she is a dick eating dog
Eating pussy, doing menage-a-trois, damn she go hard
When I met her at the mall, slide her number in my phone
She got a people head, she love to eat the bone
She leave your ass home with your son and your daughter
And them tricks that she doing bad my nigga I told ya
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Get That Up Off Ya"

"Get That Up Off Ya"


[Bridge - Juicy J x2]
Rob one of these cowards, tell them D-boys to drop that
Rob one of these cowards, tell them D-boys to drop that
Show up at yo' house, tell them D-boys to drop that
Show up at yo' house, tell them D-boys to drop that

[Chorus]
Let me get that up off ya, get that up off ya
Get-Get that up off (nigga you know what this is)
Let me get that up off ya, get that up off ya
Get-Get that up off (nigga you know what this is)
Let me get that up off ya, get that up off ya
Get-Get that up off (nigga you know what this is)
Let me get that up off ya, get that up off ya
Get-Get that up off (nigga you know what this is)

[Verse 1]
I's a big black nigga wit' a big black gun
Fo' snaps 'cross ya head and the blood gon' come
Some'll run, but'll get flipped off, by the sawed off
Slugs to his knees like a pitbull gnawed off
Hauled off, nothin' but the goods my fair hood
Niggaz be on blow all night, like werewolves
Prowlin', bitin' at yo' pockets like the howlin'
Shoot you in the foot, grab cheese, get on downin'
Loungin', on marijuana leaf, free based-ed'll
Run up on ya fast, no mask, bare faced-ed
Fired off the glock, snatched loot, then ska-ted
Shells wiped down, the police couldn't trace it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Stackin' me, up a money scheme, robbin' a fool
Murder rate, get away, but, that, ain't the move
Long as he, drop the green, then I'm-ma stay cool
Connect the dots, if ??, then I'm lettin' loose
Niggaz play these tough guys like they wanna rum-ble
Knowin' that they mama's boys in this ghetto jun-gle
Hot skillet, wit' them toys mayne, we never hum-ble
Buck shot, to ya dome, don't you make a mum-ble
Brains hangin' out'cha head, people lookin' "wowzers"
It's a bystander, put the tone, in my trousers
So that he, couldn't see, sight, he, couldn't handle
Ain't 'cha birthday but I'm blowin' out'cha candles

[Chorus]

[scratches of Rob That]

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