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(Chorus)
If you boys got we can
wit it
In da club or da 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
Clean on them
Niggas cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that
So the kinda smokey
The in the stash
Cause I'm the pokey
Its on tha street
Niggas livin like a
A project killa, four
and a fat
Try to flip quarter ounce
no credit barred
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
Like to start
At the club we be
And we'll a bitch
At hoes we be beckin
North North to the
My game respectin
A to the bumper
You get drug by yo
Don't around here
betta reckin
You get ya ass off
For playin and
in this dirty
Only real muhfuckas
wearin flirty skirties
Young niggas act a

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If some ana to handle
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 to cut up wit niggas
bitches always get wrong
So I love pullin tha
And since you hoes learn
I got some to teach
You call up the pastor
He got a sermon to
I ain't wit arguin and cussin and fussin
Bitchin and
I'm buckin off top
Committed to takin yo
La a mac slash killa
Only speakin the
I'm tryna let you its on
For you violate a
A bitch be quick to talk
But do you mean you say
A killa don't be talkin
just be on they way
I think you wanna get down
You boys ain't for beef
There ain't nowhere you can
I out an APD
This ain't that ya playin
bitches comin up slayin
I my ears to tha street
So hoe you what ya sayin

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
They lock me up just like
And I went
it down for a calendar
Now right at em
Took my game weighed it up
On a beam
Niggas rob, kill, murder,
For that green
U.S. Marshal at my folks
kill me dead
Wanna see me in a box
in my head
Police, mane I did shit
Why you this
Ghetto thugs my rap songs
They to this
fists Knock ya eyeball
Clean out ya
known it was shit starters
All in tha
Young on that powder
Gon off tha
Sneakin in da club
You could get away
Its a muhfuckin clique
ya hood
Slangin cane makin plenty
All to the
Smokin blunt after
Pound after
Throw a body in tha trunk
High we get