[Project Pat]
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As I sit in my cell, might as well be in hell
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Left a dead, two on one, fourth floor where I dwell
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Couldn't tell, thought you was a man, but you was a bitch
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A nigga that I'd die for really was a snitch
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Let me switch back to the scene, scene of the crime
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Where I left all my hopes and dreams; caught me with a.9
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Duffel bag full of plenty cash, empty out safe
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Hit the mask, but a nosey fag fucked up my escape
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I could take any charge 'cause his death for this under
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"Do you plead guilty on this case?" No, your honor
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Wonder, how not guilty turned to guilty
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Could it be that my homeboy turned stale on me?
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I can see you and the victim sittin' like a hoe
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On the prosecutor's side, shove a.9 down her throat
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Of a coward punk bitch, your body in a ditch
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Could've sold my own soldier to see the nine clique
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Click, then your carcass fall like the gavel fell
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Nine years what they gave me, then took me to jail
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Did I tell? Nigga, hell nah, Project ain't a hoe
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We can blast with them thangs or we go toe to toe
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Bullets blow niggas' brains out into outer space
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Killas bust on you lames then leave without a trace
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Just incase you was wondering did I let him live
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He's at home with his wife but he better watch his kids
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Snitches, bitches, snitches, bitches... [x16]
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Bitch, you can't call the police
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Tell 'em watch your back. [x4]
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528-Cash
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Project Pat |