Lyrics:
cock these nines on these fools (x4)
{DJ Paul: talking}
hahaha y'all niggas still don't understand
nigga look around motherfucker look the fuck
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
Yeah, you muthafuckin' hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp
And Profit Posse in this muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques
a nigga
I say don't even laugh when
I'm passin' y'all niggas
I say pull out the strap
And blast for y'all niggas
I say pull out the strap
And blast for your
I'll be coming around the ghetto when I come kicking one for the treble
Y'all can't stoop to my level, I'm like the devil or whatever
I'm picking up
Turn the lights even lower!
Hovah
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
will be in stores now
or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album that's in stores right now
Cooked by
We got the real live shit from front to back (ayo, can y'all hear me out there?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at? (Ayo, turn me up,
like, I'm trying to tell who you are
Somebody come up missing
I swear it never fail y'all
Bullets is like shadows
The way that shit y'all
Them feds got
that guillotine killer team
You motherfuckers won't amount to a hill of beans
When I ride by, well over 35
Y'all still run and hide, scared
Y'all know my pedigree, hoes blow the Gods voluntarily
We're world wide, my heart pumps where the ghettos be
Young sharks be telling me, y'all niggas
want the money and I want the smoke
Straight out of Balmain, bitch I'm the GOAT
Designer for all my coats
Cartier lens, brand new Benz
Fuck you and your
Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't
against the source
Surprise, open eyes, peep the foulness, the wildness
Its bugged, niggas thugs in the projects, you holiday thug
Ease up all that
be understood, yeah, it's all good, yeah
Got a nigga schemin' large, yeah, on the hard, yeah
A smooth little broad, yeah from out the projects
case cross
'cause ah, lately y'all don't make me happy
To calm my nerve I need the herb gnc don't carry
Who the fuck is that? it's ice cube
it's law, order today, we pay dues
New Tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube
Deck the Halls, crush salary dice that's in ? hall
Hey y'all Peppermint
up screamin', "Fuck the world!" (uh)
(They tryin' to say that I don't care)
I woke up screamin', "Fuck the world!" (Yeah what's goin' on y'all
I'm reppin' Tennessee like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from, homeboy, it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah
It's
the fuck up, bro"
I love y'all, Antoinette, Donna, Jamie, Stephanie
Jenny, Paul, all you motherfuckers know who y'all at
And legal, man, album delivery, I
is sprayed
I'm out here, fuck it, like I live on Targhee
And Rico, keep a low cut like laundry
I don't give a fuck, y'all made me bitter
I'mma whip
da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
Fuck y'all then (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
You can get the dick, just call me the ballsack, I'm nuts
Michael Vick in this
dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (fuck you)
(Fuck you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's W Fuck All Y'all Radio, ya man Big Tigga
I'll be dat, ya
And the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it
I think we really about to pat y'all pockets
And for sure
You've got yours (yeah)
I've got
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