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happy I'm free!
Y'all n****z look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahaah!
Hoe bustaz

Picture me rollin' in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these
Y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house, 
an if you ain't down with the an No Limit, then ride out,

Y'all hypin' died
(ya'll n****z want this b****)
You think you're f***in slick?

N**** f*** you, eat a fat boy,
Do I stack on p**** platnum and lace,
Ain't no smile
ain't no stopping it

Who the f*** is this? About to bring the ruckus
This just ya boy, I'm some on other s***, my n****, take a puff of this
Piff man,
n****z all dogs, then what you call broads?

Felines in heat, meowin' for some yawn balls
Now you and hear done got to drankin'
Oh now it's really
Y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house, 
an if you ain't down with the an No Limit, then ride out,

Y'all hypin' died
to D.C. where they, c*** it pop it
Listen up life is nothin' but the hot s***, from here to Wisconsin

Y'all n****z can get it constant
It ain't hard
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some

[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
just go straight to jail
With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly
It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli
Uh-oh,
[Chorus: x16]

I still walk through the hood by motherf***ing myself
And if I have some beef n**** I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a n****
official
Ain't too many real ones out there; I feel some
But doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not cause I'm fake
ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to f*** with
Drive bys in the truck quick, f*** you suck dick,
Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a n****
Start shining, n****z start some s***, my guard lit

Like a boss, head n**** in charge, get in
grits, yo, nahmeen?
Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a n****
Start shining, n****z start some s***, my guard lit

Like a boss, head
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
grip
Y'all niggaz talk 'cause ya talk like a bitch
Y'all niggaz walk 'cause ya walk like a bitch

Now ain't that some shit ya hatin' on this click
You
Y'all wouldn't, y'all never be shit with out us bitch, don't forget

Killin' ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Niggaz ain't shit, bodies in a ditch
How any
to jail no a mo' mo'

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
Ba-ba-buka chickens don't be kissin me
Like Alfred Hitchcock this really ain't no mystery
Tha game don't
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You
red Rum! (x4)

[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
Noble

Yer style wack as ever
Like you was rocket patent leather
Cause a ma**ive terror
Ya'll n****s lack, you ain't terrel

Half rapper half drug kingpen
in it represent it

Ya'll boys, ya'll boys ain't ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, D.J. Paul, Juicy "J"
Hypnotize Minds in here, like this
night, I was in the bed, eyes red 
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said 
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
A newport is all I can give ya' player
So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater
and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Hurt

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