Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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'
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
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
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'
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
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
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
[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
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
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
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
(You're crazy) On the Jaguars
Fuck it, on the Jaguars
I'm a Pats fan, put a thousand on the Jaguars
People enslaved by their psyche
They follow the rules
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
Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here
You got the original, break da law's up in here for you hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas
[DJ Paul, Project Pat, Juicy J. (Chorus x4)]
Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes,
With the - with the hollow-point shells, man,
Man,
on, eat clothes
Fuck around and kill one of y'all clown ass niggas, word up
Take your two, take your hat
Take a nap, put your ass ton the ground,
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