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(Chorus)
If you got beef we can
wit it
In da or da street we can
Go wit it
It don't me none
Blow for wit it
his head wit a gun
I'ma sho it

(Project Pat)
In at the stop sign
Watchin out for one
Clean on things
hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on weed
So the car's smokey
The glock's in the
Cause I'm the pokey
Its hard on tha
Niggas livin a catfish
A killa, four kids
and a fat
Try to flip quarter ounce
Ain't no barred
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
Like to shit
At the we be flexin
And kill a bitch
At these hoes we be
North to the full
My game they
A rope to the
You get by yo neck-in
Don't come here
betta reckin
You get ya ass off
For and jeckin
in this dirty
Only real muhfuckas
Hoes flirty skirties
Young act a fool

(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 aimin for yo wig
I love to show out on
I to cut up wit niggas
bitches always get wrong
So I love tha trigga
And since you won't learn
I got some to teach
You betta up the pastor
He got a sermon to
I wit that arguin and cussin and fussin
Bitchin and
I'm choppas off top
Committed to yo life'n
La Chat a mac slash
Only the real-a
I'm let you know its on
For you a nigga
A bitch be quick to talk
But do you what you say
A real killa don't be
They just be on way
I think you wanna get down
You boys ain't for beef
ain't nowhere you can hide
I out an APD
This ain't game ya playin
These bitches up slayin
I keep my to tha street
So hoe you watch what ya

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
They me up just like Tupac
And I went
it down for a calendar
Now back at em
my game then weighed it up
On a triple
Niggas rob, kill, murder,
For ghetty green
U.S. Marshal at my folks
Wanna me dead
see me in a pine box
Bullet in my
Police, mane I ain't did
Why you this
thugs love my rap songs
They relate to
Swingin Knock ya eyeball
out ya face
Shoulda known it was shit
All in tha
Young on that powder
Gon off tha
Sneakin in da club
You could get blown
Its a muhfuckin clique
Represent ya
Slangin cane makin change
All to the
Smokin blunt after
Pound after
a dead body in tha trunk
High we get