*featuring Frayser Boy
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[Chorus 1X]
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Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash
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Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast
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Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad
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Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past
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I know this nigga and he always be talking that bullshit
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But little do he know he gon suffer a wig split
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Like fucking with the realest the illest will fucking kill him
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A straight up headbuster and also a real nigga
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There's gon be consequences so niggas just run in here
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I'm unloading the tone and popping an extra clip
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A bitch nigga talking is something I can't stand
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Or every last will pick up the mess that's gonna land
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The I.V.'s in his arm the bullets up in his chest
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His shop about to close he shoulda had on a vest
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Don't fuck with me nigga that's something I have to stress
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Keep talking shit boy your gonna end up with one less
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I'm out the Bay nigga that's something you gonna respect
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And stay out of my business before you feel the Tech
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Don't give a shit bout you I treat you like my hoe
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Gon wake up one night and I'm kicking up in your door hoe
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[Chorus 2x]
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When I buck em, touch em, fuck em, now you clutching laying down
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Got you ducking muthafucker, turn that smile to a frown
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I will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest
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I'm guessing letting bullets wet ya
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Shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe that's fasho
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I'm most definitely bringing pain to you niggas
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like some bitches when I step up in this thang
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All you niggas do is gossip like some lil' hoes
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You might as well go down to the Shake Junt and slide down poles
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Now you running while I'm gunning
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Stomping hoping to get close to some shelter
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Better catch up with some polices, hope that they can help ya
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Help to ? you just better get some younger quick and fast
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I'm holding the match and your body's drenching down with gas
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Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes
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Blow yo ass off ??
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Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport
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Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Project Pat]
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Now fuck this goddamn talking
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Make you bitches bring the pain
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Catch yo hoe ass walking stick a tone to ya brain
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You insane if ya think I'ma still let ya breathe
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I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve
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I'ma blast on ya hoe give a damn who was looking
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Blow the top off your skull then your life has been tooken
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You was cooking up a scheme tryna put me in the beam
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But the jokes on you jack slapped his ass with the gat
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Beat 'em down to the pavement squealing like a pig
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My nigga I don't save 'em beat em like a bitch
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Ain't nobody tryna help ya, what they finna do
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Hollow lead's gonna melt up, you and your crew
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Superman stick your chest out
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And watch this 38 slug blow your back out
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Bout to bust on you boys shoot you till you dead
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I love playing with them toys pocket full of lead
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Mouth Write A Check
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Project Pat |