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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 me none
Blow for wit it
Crack his wit a gun
I'ma sho it

(Project Pat)
In at the stop sign
out for one time
Clean on things
Niggas hate I'm bout mine
I'm on that
So the kinda smokey
The in the stash
I'm dodgin the pokey
Its on tha street
Niggas livin like a
A project killa, kids
and a fat
Try to e'ry quarter ounce
Ain't no barred
We cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT)
Like to start
At the we be flexin
And we'll kill a
At these hoes we be
North North to the
My game respectin
A rope to the
You get drug by yo
Don't around here
You'z betta
You get ya ass off
For playin and
Down in dirty
Only muhfuckas rule
Hoes wearin skirties
niggas act a fool

(Chorus x2)

(La Chat)
If there's ana to handle
I'm take care of my biz
I got a scope on ya
I'm straight for yo wig
I to show out on hoes
I love to cut up wit
bitches always get wrong
So I pullin tha trigga
And since you hoes won't
I got lessons to teach
You betta call up the
He got a to preach
I wit that arguin and cussin and fussin
Bitchin and
I'm buckin off top
Committed to yo life'n
La Chat a mac killa
Only the real-a
I'm tryna let you its on
For you a nigga
A be quick to talk shit
But do you mean you say
A real killa don't be
They be on they way
I don't think you get down
You boys ain't for beef
There ain't you can hide
I out an APD
This ain't that ya playin
These bitches up slayin
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
Layed it down for a
Now back at em
my game then weighed it up
On a triple
rob, kill, murder, steal
For that ghetty
U.S. Marshal at my folks
kill me dead
Wanna see me in a box
in my head
Police, mane I ain't did
Why you hatin
Ghetto thugs love my rap
They to this
Swingin fists Knock ya
Clean out ya
Shoulda known it was shit
All in tha
Young on that powder
Gon off tha
tones in da club
You could get blown
Its a clique thang
ya hood
Slangin cane makin plenty
All to the
Smokin after blunt
after pound
Throw a dead body in tha
we get down