Lyrics:
Smack a bitch, chicken head
But I ain't no Project Pat
Let me pass it back, to the motherfucking 3-6
Denzel Curry, the one and the only, the
Nigga I'm
is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by Shadow
All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking do'
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.]
The Southside got
You know what lack in me community
The economics and the unity
Now we facing all this punity
The foolishness and the buffoonery
The educated ain’t
scared of you bitch, I could walk right by, my body be untouched
I don't wanna speak to you, there ain't nothing for me that I have to discuss
Cause this
off my shirt
But ain't nothing on my clothes
Except my chain
My name
Young H-O
Pitch the yea faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz
off my shirt
But ain't nothing on my clothes
Except my chain
My name
Young H-O
Pitch the yea faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz
where yo biggies at
They wanted me locked playing pity pat
Mafia vibe
project pat
In the field no names attached
You a 6 9 you a known rat
Top down I
me broke or wanna see me dead
Talkin' 'bout what they gon' do to me
Do you see me scared?
They ain't stop makin' 'em after they made yours, homie
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
ice so remember this tip town,
And you ain't ready pussy nigga better set it down,
We mag night and rock steady nigga spittin rounds,
Turn you're
blast on
No evidence 'cause this shit will be erased
We're in Paul's Chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & SOG
what it is
Scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
(You
scared if you want (Aye)
We can break bread if you want (Aye)
Or you can bump yo head if you don’t (Aye, aye)
One thang for sure, everybody got excuses
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
love a nigga but you know it ain’t the same
Picture Perfect got my fucking niggas on a frame
They keep on rocking fake then they say we built the same
on outside no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
From these streets that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down scared to look
on outside no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
From these streets that we done took
You walkin' witcha head down scared to look
around with these plonkers and empty divas
My peoples educate me I educate them it's teamwork
Cheaper by the doezen we buy in bulk then we clean up
I could
man
I ain't a scared for to being the Nigga they black ball
Too attractive to cameras
Pre du val post life as a regal
Crown H-kon serving life to my
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
on the street bleeding
b***h you f**kin with a grown man
How I be done waxed you in your house
and then buried you on your own land
See the cops is scared to come
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
of July?
[Evidence]
Alchemist.
[Prodigy]
[Chorus]
We doing it, getting our paper
We ain't rookies, we major
Name brand gangsters, you still
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