[Project Pat]
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I been slanging on this green green that I done get cut
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by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
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couldn't ball, down to none, got this weed is in my lungs
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nigga's stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot 'em in his ass
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I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn
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When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get hurt
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When my turn? or my time? rock a what, for a dime
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Takin' fair chance after chance, but I got to dance
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Take the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
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I've been heard you're robbers, don't want no other robbers boy
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I done and scald ya, with pistol slapped cross mouth
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Reach in niggaz pockets, and take yo money out
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When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
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For da 900th stone, I got peas, I got coke
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ain't no credit give mang you could get from round here
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Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here
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[chorus]
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I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope
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I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo'
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hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
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what yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy
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[Project Pat]
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You heard word? what's the word? but you dawgs is da low
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selling weed and this weed, but you won't complain a stoo'
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I'ma go, I'ma pull, leave a rabbit out a hat
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On some cane, mr.sugar, and some killaz strapped wit gats
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Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
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You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws
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Nigga boy, he ain't know, cus da street never minds
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Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you, right between the eyes,
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you be stinkin' wit the flies
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walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro
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fucking all in yo home, while she kissing on ma lips,
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She be sucking on ma dick, grip the glock - sixteen booms as I dip
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Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood
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Represent it, to da max, out this out of state facts
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Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes
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Trying to squeeze, hustle-in, for you niggaz that I fade
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[chorus 2x]
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You could duck from the tech, on da scaldae
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Once I get my cheese, or my flow, then I must be paid
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If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade
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Get you suckaz sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade
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Sippin' on some pauly vision, like some sweet kool-aid
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Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate
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Niggaz ain't gonna snitch on me dawg, i didn't hesitate
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Caught him, at the projects one day, sent him, to his grave
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Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear
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Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here
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Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling "sip" let's go
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Wope fiends, keep me on the map, and my pockets full
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Eyes red ass hell, cuz I ain't had a blink of sleep
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Snorted a quarter ball, so that U, could stay on my feet
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Trick's in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too
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If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool..
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[chorus till end]
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Cheese And Dope
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Project Pat |