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PROJECT PAT Miscellaneous On Nigga [Verse One] As a youngsta guns-ah what I specalize in me and my dawgs selling dope on a rising rising to gives we together in this hood life struggling together straight praying for the good life yo life means more to me then my own do when you had some beef I went and shot on that whole crew I do what I gotta do cuz I'm yo right hand You's a-lot older then me I'm yo little man Mane time fly's now we old to older You done came up flippin pebbles to bolders told ya that I'm down with you until the graveyard me and you got caught with some work in the same car you were facing more time then me if behind bars I was seventeen and a half so I took the charge you got larger heard now you own a crack house I did two years and they let a nigga back out [Chorus (2x)] Since you's a on nigga on nigga fuck which ya boy knowing good and well I grew up which ya boy you's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge you gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge [Verse Two] Back out on the town and you riding in the jag clean hit me with a pound then bought me a chevy thang I could of saved in flew like the canary you know I got heart and I know you very scary carrying alot of weight put in plenty work always was down for ya dawg did plenty dirt looking like a jerk and ya living like a kingpin that ain't showing love I'm about to stick this tone inside ya fucking face blow ya brains to the other side 38 dumb dumbs cut like a butter knife but inside the walls you be soaking up game quick fuck that gurellia shit trick I done got slick remember ya kept ya dope backyard dawg house over there hold gun lap North Memphis momma house looking for the cross that will come up from behind ya muthafuck the laws cuz I'm taking what's mine-ah [Chorus (2x)] [Verse Three] Mom's went to church so I'm jumping over gate fast You mane was outta town handling buisness blew both rockwilders out they misery you got it fist in good so they coulden't see yea it's kind of obvious what I came for herion and that white-dust ain't no shame boy a real robber robs a trick and don't say a word got'em for a pound of herion and bout eight birds mouth slurred cuz a nigga blowing on some good shit celebrating cuz a playa done made a phat lick any trick do this to me hollow points fly dead in the face right between muthafuckas eye I be's the nigga busting if we in a brawl I'm my niggas back up so who we call me damn fool cuz he knowing that I buck'em I can play it off cool but mane fuck'em [Chorus (2x)] |
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