[project pat]

Out here slanging on this blade prayin that i don’t get cut
By these police making raids, jumping out and checking nuts
Cutting balls down to cuns, babbage weed is in my lungs
Nigga stiff me for a bag, i’ma shoot ‘em in his ass
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn
When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get burned
Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime
Takin' fair chance after chance, but i got to dance
Take the rules of this shit, that's why i keep a revolver
How the hell you rob us, don’t go rob the robber
Boy i’m gonna scar ya with pistol slap cross mouth
Reachin in ya pockets, and take yo money out
Mane you now what’s goin you got cheese, i got dope
For da 900th strong, i got p’s, i got coke
Ain't no credit give mane you could get from round here
Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here

[chorus]

I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope
I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo'
Hydro weeeeeed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
What you neeeeeeed brah, is to fuck wit yo boy


[project pat]
Quarter bird what’s the word? for you dog, it’s da low
Sellinme babbage weed but you want the purest snow
I'ma go, i'ma pull, me a rabbit out a hat
Out some cane mixed with sugar and some killaz strapped wit gats
Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws
Wit me boy, yean know, cause the streets never lies
Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you right between the eyes,
You be stankin' wit the flies
Walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro
While i’m riding on chrome, wit yo bitch, smoking dro
Fucking all in yo home, while ya kissing on her lips,
She be sucking on my dick, flip and flop, on the bank system booms as i dip
Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood
Represent it, to da max,

I’m just out here stating facts
Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes
I’m gon squeeze on some lead for you niggas that are fake

[chorus 2x]

You could duck from the tech, out tha escalade (caddilac)
Once i get my cheese on a roll, then i must get paid
If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade
But you shall get sliced, like a dog, with a swisher blade
Sippin' on some paul a. mousson, like some sweet kool-aid
Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate
Nigga said he’d snitch on me dawg, i didn’t hesitate
Caught him, in the projects one day, sent him to his grave
Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear
Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here
Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling "sip" let's go
Dope fiends keep me on the map and my pockets swole
Eyes red ass hell, cuz i ain't had a lick of sleep
Snorted a quarter ball, so that u, could stay on my feet
Trick's in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too
If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool..

[chorus till end]