[Intro]
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I just wanna talk to y'all for a second, man
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Some knowledge man, some real shit. See, you can
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Do what you do, man, and have fun with it, but you
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Gotta watch who the fuck you doin' it with. 'Cause
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Niggaz always tryin' to throw a banana peel in front
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Of you. Nigga wanna see you fall, they don't wanna
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See you ball. For real
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[Hook 2x]
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I'm a ball 'til I fuckin' crawl
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But dot my I's, cross my Ts and dodge the law
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A bitch nigga will do anything to see you fall
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A bitch nigga will do anything to see you fall
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[Verse 1]
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We got pistols in the car, and the dope in our system
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Nigga sittin' on them bricks, slippin' could come up missin'
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'Cause you cowards hate to see the real come up off the drugs
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Hate to turn us on to plugs, nigga come up off the druggs
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I ain't sayin' it no more, 'cause these triggas'll get swoll
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Another clip on the gun, you'll receive an extra hole
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The truth to be told, you was wanted from the get-go
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A watered down nigga, like the gas at a Citgo
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Project hittin' licks though, takin' from rich po
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Suckas wishin' that I fall, naw I ain't gone let go
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Niggas see me in the streets prayin' I get popped
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Now fuck a crooked cop, and I'm risin' I can't stop
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[Hook 2x]
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Mayn I knew this nigga that a nigga used to mess with
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He done went and snitched to this broad I used to mess with
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Told her all my business, how a nigga will break the law
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Nigga what you whistle when this forty five take your jaw
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Sold drugs on the corner wit' cha tryin' to get rich
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Thought you was a big playa, naw you was a big snitch
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Switchin' up your story boy you're hotter than a burnt chicken
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Caught you with a brick, Feds threatened and you turned chicken
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Yeah, you suckas hatin' me, 'cause I'm outshinin' ya
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Hustle 'til the dough gone, me I'm out grindin' ya
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Hypnotize minds and the jewelry straight blindin' ya
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Niggaz bring and wanna get, mayne we ain't signin' ya
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[Outro, thug nigga, during Hook 2x]
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You know we do dat my nigga. You cut your own throat. It's over with
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Ain't no gettin' fresh. You niggaz see these Benzes out here. You niggaz see
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These BMWs out here. You niggaz see these Hummers on 30s out here
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Nigga we rep the Dirty South, nigga. North Memphis
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South Memphis, the gutter boy. Real niggaz who don't run their caps when the
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Going get tough nigga. Real niggaz don't snitch on their dogs. Niggaz out here
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Tellin'. Mayne you niggaz ain't real. Nigga kill yourself, I don't care how many
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Bodies you got under your belt, nigga. When them Feds caught up with you
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You told 'em. Nigga you's a punk. Understand me, nigga, ain't no rank in the
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Hood no mo. You don't exist. You might as well grew up with a, with a penis
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In your mouth and in your booty nigga. Nigga you's a snitch nigga! Kill yourself!
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Real talk, swallow some cyanide punk! You ain't the truth no mo! Your rep don't stand
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Over here nigga. I'm a tell you somethin'. When you get out, we'll be waitin'
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On ya. With those hollow slugs and those hi-glow shots. That's how we roll
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BOY! You know the business!
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See You Fall
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| Project Pat |
