I been slanging on this blade prayin that I done get cut by these police making raids, jumping out and checkin nutz couldn't ball, down to none, got this weed is in my lungs nigga's stiff 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
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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 lies 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 out some lead for you niggaz thatr fake
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You could duck from the tech, out da escalade 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 Cause you could get sliced, like a dog, with a switch 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 Dope fiends, keep me up with them, 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..
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