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Project Pat Miscellaneous 528 - Cash (Project Pat) As i sit in my cell Mine as well be in hell 1 left dead 2 on 1 4th floor where i dwell couldn't tell but u waz a man but u waz a bitch a nigga i would die for really was a snitch Let me switch to the scene of the crime Were I left all me wholesome dreams Caught me with a .9 Duffel bags full of cash Empty out my safe Hid the mask, But another thing fucked up my escape. I can take any charge because he dilt for his sonna. (Judge) Do you plead guilty on this case? No your honor I wonder I'm not guilty turned to guilty Could it be that my home boy gone stale one me I can see you and the victim sittin like a hoe On the prosecutor side shove a .9 down her throat Of the coward punk bitch Your body in a ditch Could have sold my own soul just to see the .9 click click. And your carcass fall like the gavel fell 9 years what the gave me then took me to jail Did i tell Nigga hell naw Project aint a hoe We can blast with those thangs or go toe to toe Bullets blow niggaz brains out into outer space Killaz bust on you ho's Than Leave without a trace Just incase u waz wondering did i let him live He's at home wit his wife But he better watch his kids Chourus Snitches Bitches 16x |
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