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Project Pat
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Roll Wit It
If you boys got beef we can roll wit it
In da club or da street we can go wit it
It don't make me none, blow for, blow wit it
Crack his head wit a gun, I'ma sho, split it
In Hollywood at the stop sign watchin' out for one time
Clean on them things, niggas hate 'cuz I'm 'bout mine
I'm on that weed, so the car's kinda smokey
The glock's in the stash 'cuz I'm dodgin' the pokey
It's hard on tha street, niggas livin' like a catfish
A project killa, four kids and a fat bitch
Try to flip e'ry quarter ounce, ain't no credit barred
We accept cash, merchandise or ya ebit card
(E B T)
Like to start shit, at the club we be flexin'
And we'll kill a bitch, at these hoes we be beckin'
North, north to the full, my game they respectin'
A rope to the bumper, you get drug by yo neck-in
Don't come around here, you'z betta reckin'
You get ya ass blowed off for playin' and jeckin'
Down in this dirty, only real muhfuckas rule
Hoes wearin' flirty skirties, young niggas act a fool
If you boys got beef we can roll wit it
In da club or da street we can go wit it
It don't make me none, blow for, blow wit it
Crack his head wit a gun, I'ma sho, split it
If you boys got beef we can roll wit it
In da club or da street we can go wit it
It don't make me none, blow for, blow wit it
Crack his head wit a gun, I'ma sho, split it
If there's some ana to handle I'm gonna take care of my biz
I got a scope on ya body, I'm aimin' straight for yo wig
I love to show out on hoes, I love to cut up wit niggas
These bitches always get wrong, so I love pullin' tha trigga
And since you hoes won't learn I got some lessons to teach
You betta call up the pastor, he got a sermon to preach
I ain't wit that arguin' and cussin' and fussin'
Bitchin' and fightin', I'm buckin' choppas off top
Committed to takin' yo life 'n La Chat a mac slash killa
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Only speakin' the real-a, I'm tryna let you know it's on
For you violate a nigga, a bitch be quick to talk shit
But do you mean what you say
A real killa don't be talkin', they just be on they way
I don't think you wanna get down, you boys ain't ready for beef
There ain't nowhere you can hide, I called out an APD
This ain't game that ya playin', these bitches comin' up slayin'
I keep my ears to tha street, so hoe you watch what ya sayin'
If you boys got beef we can roll wit it
In da club or da street we can go wit it
It don't make me none, blow for, blow wit it
Crack his head wit a gun, I'ma sho, split it
If you boys got beef we can roll wit it
In da club or da street we can go wit it
It don't make me none, blow for, blow wit it
Crack his head wit a gun, I'ma sho, split it
They lock me up just like Tupac and I went platinum
Laid it down for a calendar, now right back at 'em
Took my game, weighed it up on a triple beam
Niggas rob, kill, murder, steal for that ghetty green
U.S. Marshal at my folks house, wanna kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box, bullet in my head
Police mane, I ain't did shit, why you hatin' this?
Ghetto thugs love my rap songs, they relate to this
Swingin' fists knock ya eyeball, clean out ya face
Shoulda known it was shit starters, all in tha place
Young niggas on that powder, gon' off tha bay
Sneakin' tones in da club, you could get blown away
It's a muhfuckin' clique thang, represent ya hood
Slangin' cane makin' plenty change, all to the good
Smokin' blunt after blunt, pound after pound
Throw a dead body in tha trunk, high weave ya down
If you boys got beef we can roll wit it
In da club or da street we can go wit it
It don't make me none, blow for, blow wit it
Crack his head wit a gun, I'ma sho, split it
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