Lyrics:
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They ain't got nothin' at all, then we gone
Bro', you lookin' at the gods
In sync, don't blink
I'mma make this country fall
Bro', just watch how I
snatched
I can do it by myself, I go do it by myself
You won't do it by yo' self, put a nigga on a shelf
Put a nigga on a rack
It ain't nun to go
how many niggas I writes off
I got goons in the trap for the right cost
I watch you leap out then I take a nice loss
I play it raw and I ain't leavin
barkin'
They damn sho ain't put shit in coffins
The niggas I fuck wit, don't fuck wit the niggas I don't
We the same, bitch we live by that oath
Told that
me in traffic getting busy
I Walk by faith like its no biggie
Street smart and Im witty
Ima dance on em getting jiggy
Got the recipe now Im litty
Thats
the enemy was in it
It might have been TNT, I wasn't trying to wait and see, we
Jetted thru Marcy cause D's ain't bagging me
Word Son, they got us on the run,
And, it's t-shirt land
When niggas ain't playin'
Got a chrome Glock got it cocked
Red dot on yo' knot
As I pop
Nonstop
Till you drop
Pronounced
[project pat]
1 - walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your fuckin' shit
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal
Project baby ain't no Kodak, but we still gon' duck the law
Don't start flexing like you got it, all that cappin' get you stuck
Trynna come up with my city,
the Gs
With a trunk full of keys
A Benz on twenties
You got something you can lend me
Shit nigga I ain't doing nothin' for me for free
Can't put no
the blunt but I'm liable to trip
I ain't popping no pill
But you do as you wish
I roll with some fiends i love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all
ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get
I'm stayin in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull
to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain't
Safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time
What's beef? Beef is when you need
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
a buck
They got dope around tha projects, and it leads to us
Feds know we ain't be sellin' nothin' but ki's and up
Rattin', I gotcha
I'm lookin' for
younger today
Got one by the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way
We don't have role models
But we got them handguns that hold hollows (in my
beams (infrared, yeah, we love them beams, man down)
My niggas thirsty, I love that team (my niggas thirsty, I love that team)
Ain't playin' fair, so we
damned if I
Let a nigga take me
Glizzy with a dick and that
Bitch ain't got no safety
All white 38 revolver
If a nigga run up on me gunshots I'ma pop up
they names heard in the projects
I can look you in ya eyes and I can tell that you ain't bout it
Know some people think he cool but that boy he ain't
grave
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin', I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me,
happening now
Big chain and Buss down
Airport security had to pat me down
She gone pop in for the don I'm happening now
Y'all taking too long it's happening
beef Imma send her back
I got some shoppas you want it I got em
Got smoke like a Rasta just send em back
Flexin my niggas ain't inna that
Shoot at your
like a fucking bird
Yeah my name is Ferg but I'm a fucking turd
Ya heard? Now I'm on some rider shit
You done got yourself in beef
Now you on some Gaga
or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs
Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds
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