(Intro)
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This yo course niggas
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Say none of that sucka duck ass shit
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Nigga it¡¯s that real street music
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Project Pat
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Hear you guys scream, HAM in the streets
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(Verse)
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I knew this dude named Ricky, real slicky, only tryina get
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Over on his plug for some bricks
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I just keep my hands dirty in the middle
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Make a quick glass buckle come up
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And Slick keep his mouth shut
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Plug weed fore I make the deal
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Whipin all the shells off, somebody might get killed
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In the field that I¡¯m in, this the streets, we don¡¯t play fair
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Kidnap more for SR, call it barnfare
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Take the stairs in the back of motel 6
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He in 1-3-11, boss set him up wait
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Real killa, bet he thought was coke deala
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But he dead wrong,
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Pull them burners out that suitcase, we¡¯re them Ricks Jones
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(Hook)
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You niggas bleed like I bleed
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Picture me being scared
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Of a nigga who breathe the same air as me
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You niggas bleed like I bleed
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Picture me being shook,
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When you niggas I really whacks and nigga I¡¯m a crook
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You niggas bleed like I bleed
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Picture my kids crying,
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Stomach touching they backs
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For the bread somebody¡¯s dying
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You niggas bleed like I bleed
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And if it¡¯s real beef,
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You can cut all that talkin now,
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Let¡¯s meet up in the streets
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(Verse)
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He pulled a burner, had to burn him, that¡¯ll learn him
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Bullets hit him in his shoulder and his chest through his sternum
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It was curtains for a nigga
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If I¡¯m go, that¡¯s a 100 years
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My life in the judge¡¯s hands or I¡¯m judged by my peers
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Oh no, chucka ball ¡®cause she can¡¯t identify, blew my hyne
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When I saw how high brains really fly
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From the force of the magnum,
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Had to wrap them bodies up in garbage bags
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Then I had to drag them
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Bricks in the duffle bag worth over 80 grand
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Called my nigga Rick and told him I ain¡¯t even show it man
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Man I couldn¡¯t even do it man
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You know what I¡¯m sayin?
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Aye man you know some will get us up messed
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Too hot out here and I¡¯m on parole
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Just keep me bashin and get this message homey
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(Hook)
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You niggas bleed like I bleed
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Picture me being scared
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Of a nigga who breathe the same air as me
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You niggas bleed like I bleed
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Picture me being shook,
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When you niggas I really whacks and nigga I¡¯m a crook
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You niggas bleed like I bleed
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Picture my kids crying,
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Stomach touching they backs
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For the bread somebody¡¯s dying
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You niggas bleed like I bleed
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And if it¡¯s real beef,
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You can cut all that talkin now,
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Let¡¯s meet up in the streets
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Niggas Bleed Like I Bleed
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| Project Pat |
