Lyrics:
on the loose
Cause I hang with troops like
Sadaam on a noose
So fuck what y'all trying to
Pass off as the truth
I done jumped from the earth
And touched
a problem? Come see me
Mad cause I'm on your TV
These other rappers can't beat me
I don't give a fuck, y'all weak to me
You don't even exist to me
Yes, I'm
(How y'all feel out there?)
CEDES set the ting
Yeah
Huh
Lil Icy flow
Be seeing demons but you see the glow
Like
I see you peaking, but you're all
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over
discovered is y'all snitch lovers
I might speak, but I don't fuck with nobody
See what Doug, Jimmy & L.A. don't know
These youngins crossed the line with
discovered is y'all snitch lovers
I might speak, but I don't fuck with nobody
See what Doug, Jimmy & L.A. don't know
These youngins crossed the line with
pictured me
And now the past is history
Y'all are gonna wake the
I ain't really talking about a fight
Unless you really want to
If so, fuck you
I ain't got
Imma be honest wit' y'all though
Originally I had a different outro planned for this project
It was gon' be called "Runnin' My Mouth"
A follow up to one
Y'all niggas gon' find out about me
It took a while to get back up on my feet
And everything that I say, is blown out of place
If I ain't the shit, why
Wondering how I made it
Cause I ain't you
And you ain't me
I know y'all hate it
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo faking
I just got thorough with
Check this out playas
All y'all gangster niggas
Y'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game)
I'm a let y'all know something
was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, woah, y'all n****s ain't ready to go (go)
Yeah, woah, y'all n****s ain't ready to go (go)
Yeah, woah, y'all n****s ain't ready
at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin'
at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin'
Village"
What the fuck y'all niggas thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid
What the fuck is wrong? It's the Wu
Village"
What the fuck y'all niggas thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch?
Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid
What the fuck is wrong? It's the Wu
coward boys that bring the noise
Rollin' round in SUV's, DVD's, man fuck some 20's, I'm lo key
Lookin' for y'all cowards 'cause y'all talking out the side
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
unidentified objects
But I'm ahead of the game my mind detects
Cause half of y'all niggas ain't threats (fuck around!)
Get dugged deep observed by eyes that
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
watching while i'm in my Mercedes Jeep
I don't check niggas then splittin niggas
I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich niggas
presidential Rolex
I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin' I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat
Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit
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