Lyrics:
Ayo
Can I tell 'em something
Let me tell you something
I'm from ood O O D
We no good as soon as they jump we O D
Guns and drugs letting it pump
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
I only see the money surrounded by these bitches
Smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine T-top soft
I'm wildin' gettin' paper on these niggas
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat
Started with a warden, gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J
When
on our phone so change the topic
Finessin', niggas rob they own brother in my projects
No confessions, tell the cops I'm dyin' with this knowledge
to show y'all some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario,
is no just dude
So I just do what I just do
To keep a buck or two what's my options?
Tell me before you say stop and I tell
You about that weak shit
the concrete
That a rose had arose
Good girls stop being good
When I turn 'em into hoes
Dreams stop being dreams when I
Turn 'em into goals
Hallelujah gotta
with the wide ass back
Tear the up saloon
Go project pat
Or you can catch me outside how bout that
Make your girl have a Asthma attack
Take her breath
the projects
I'm still in these streets like
I ain't even hot yet
I do it for the hood like I
Can't even stop yet
They already know I'm the man
When they see me
of the day, all I need is cheese
Bumping Project Pat, thinkin' Getty green by myself
I don't wanna be seen, I ain't popping out, less i'm with the team
Niggas
missing, right from wrong
Respect game, young nigga, tell them haters so long
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down,
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
me
I need some bad bitches, I got lil' baby jockin', got her on my dick
These niggas all rockin', 40 pop me, he get by the fence
It's cool to tell
know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take
Got em all on xan or
Dope pushin' the action
Dint I tell you think?
Stay clear of the
Alphabet kid?
Spell ya own demise
Snitchin on every record
Aye tell them to stop it
Cause they speaking some nonsense
I'm the type of dude
Lift up your conscience
Aye
This ain't a game you might be thinking
as odd as it is
The more I gain the harder it is
To maintain, bitches playin' games
Niggas snitchin', I ain't saying names
But y'all niggas better watch
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat
slidin', shout out my nigga G
(G Money)
Dawg been gettin' tortured for a lil'
Shit he did to me (Hah)
I can tell by they energy
That these niggas frienemies
Damn
Middle of the projects with my gun in my hand
Most don't have a choice, so we choose to take a chance
Gambling
What you gon' do when it's time
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