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(Chorus)
If you got beef we can
wit it
In da club or da we can
Go wit it
It make me none
for blow wit it
Crack his wit a gun
sho split it

(Project Pat)
In Hollywood at the sign
out for one time
Clean on things
Niggas hate I'm bout mine
I'm on that
So the car's smokey
The in the stash
Cause I'm the pokey
Its hard on tha
Niggas livin a catfish
A project killa, kids
and a fat
Try to flip e'ry ounce
Ain't no credit
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
Like to shit
At the we be flexin
And kill a bitch
At these we be beckin
North to the full
My game they
A to the bumper
You get drug by yo
come around here
You'z reckin
You get ya ass off
For playin and
Down in this
Only muhfuckas rule
wearin flirty skirties
Young niggas act a

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If there's some ana to
I'm take care of my biz
I got a scope on ya
I'm straight for yo wig
I love to out on hoes
I love to cut up wit
These always get wrong
So I pullin tha trigga
And since you hoes won't
I got lessons to teach
You betta call up the
He got a to preach
I ain't wit that and cussin and fussin
and fightin
I'm choppas off top
Committed to takin yo
La Chat a mac slash
Only speakin the
I'm let you know its on
For you a nigga
A bitch be to talk shit
But do you what you say
A real killa don't be
just be on they way
I don't think you wanna get
You ain't ready for beef
There nowhere you can hide
I out an APD
This game that ya playin
These comin up slayin
I my ears to tha street
So hoe you watch what ya

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
lock me up just like Tupac
And I went
Layed it for a calendar
Now back at em
Took my then weighed it up
On a triple
rob, kill, murder, steal
For that green
U.S. Marshal at my house
Wanna me dead
see me in a pine box
Bullet in my
Police, I ain't did shit
Why you this
Ghetto thugs my rap songs
They relate to
Swingin fists ya eyeball
Clean out ya
Shoulda known it was shit
All in tha
niggas on that powder
Gon off tha
Sneakin in da club
You could get blown
Its a clique thang
ya hood
Slangin makin plenty change
All to the
Smokin after blunt
after pound
Throw a body in tha trunk
we get down