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(Chorus)
If you boys got we can
wit it
In da or da street we can
Go wit it
It don't make me
Blow for wit it
Crack his wit a gun
sho split it

(Project Pat)
In Hollywood at the sign
Watchin out for one
on them things
Niggas hate cause I'm mine
I'm on that
So the car's smokey
The glock's in the
Cause I'm the pokey
Its on tha street
livin like a catfish
A project killa, four
and a fat
Try to flip e'ry quarter
no credit barred
We accept cash,
or ya ebit(EBT)
to start shit
At the club we be
And we'll kill a
At these hoes we be
North North to the
My game respectin
A to the bumper
You get drug by yo
Don't around here
You'z betta
You get ya ass off
For and jeckin
Down in this
Only real muhfuckas
Hoes flirty skirties
Young act a fool

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If some ana to handle
I'm gonna take of my biz
I got a scope on ya
I'm straight for yo wig
I to show out on hoes
I to cut up wit niggas
These always get wrong
So I pullin tha trigga
And since you won't learn
I got some to teach
You betta up the pastor
He got a to preach
I ain't wit that and cussin and fussin
Bitchin and
I'm choppas off top
to takin yo life'n
La a mac slash killa
speakin the real-a
I'm tryna let you its on
For you violate a
A bitch be quick to talk
But do you what you say
A real don't be talkin
just be on they way
I don't think you wanna get
You boys ain't ready for
ain't nowhere you can hide
I out an APD
This ain't game that ya
These bitches up slayin
I keep my ears to tha
So hoe you watch ya sayin

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
They lock me up just like
And I went
Layed it for a calendar
Now right at em
my game then weighed it up
On a triple
rob, kill, murder, steal
For that green
U.S. Marshal at my house
Wanna me dead
Wanna see me in a box
in my head
Police, mane I did shit
Why you this
Ghetto thugs love my rap
relate to this
Swingin Knock ya eyeball
out ya face
Shoulda known it was starters
All in tha
niggas on that powder
Gon off tha
Sneakin in da club
You could get away
Its a clique thang
Represent ya
cane makin plenty change
All to the
Smokin after blunt
Pound pound
Throw a body in tha trunk
High we get