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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
Blow for wit it
Crack his wit a gun
I'ma sho it

(Project Pat)
In Hollywood at the sign
out for one time
Clean on them
Niggas cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that
So the car's kinda
The in the stash
I'm dodgin the pokey
Its on tha street
Niggas livin a catfish
A project killa, kids
and a fat
Try to flip quarter ounce
Ain't no credit
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
Like to shit
At the club we be
And we'll kill a
At these we be beckin
North North to the
My they respectin
A rope to the
You get by yo neck-in
Don't around here
betta reckin
You get ya ass off
For playin and
in this dirty
Only real muhfuckas
Hoes flirty skirties
niggas act a fool

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If some ana to handle
I'm gonna care of my biz
I got a on ya body
I'm straight for yo wig
I love to out on hoes
I love to cut up wit
bitches always get wrong
So I love tha trigga
And since you hoes learn
I got some to teach
You betta up the pastor
He got a sermon to
I ain't wit that and cussin and fussin
and fightin
I'm buckin off top
to takin yo life'n
La Chat a mac killa
speakin 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 don't be talkin
They just be on way
I think you wanna get down
You boys ready for beef
There nowhere you can hide
I out an APD
This ain't game ya playin
These bitches comin up
I my ears to tha street
So hoe you what ya sayin

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
lock me up just like Tupac
And I platinum
it down for a calendar
Now back at em
Took my game weighed it up
On a beam
rob, kill, murder, steal
For ghetty green
U.S. Marshal at my house
Wanna kill me
Wanna see me in a box
in my head
Police, I ain't did shit
Why you this
thugs love my rap songs
They to this
Swingin fists Knock ya
Clean out ya
Shoulda it was shit starters
All in tha
niggas on that powder
Gon off tha
tones in da club
You could get blown
Its a muhfuckin thang
ya hood
Slangin makin plenty change
All to the
Smokin after blunt
Pound after
Throw a body in tha trunk
we get down