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Hey pass me a beer man Here you go Man that nigga been standing on the same God damn Spot slagin that shit about the last four-five days man Wit the same clothes on ain't even been home yet I dont even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling That shit he had to be smoking or snortin something To up for them four-five days Naw I heard he shot somebody man Forreal? Thats the reason why he probably cant go home Yeaahhh you know like what you call been missing to man I think that's the nigga he suppose to be frontin his money to Thats why the police been drivin around so hard Yeah burning the spot up man yeah yeah we might need to gone call 528-cash that nigga ass And turn him on in We need to man to make that little change man get some mo beers Or something Yeah we gone do that Need to hurry up and gone turn that nigga ass in man make This neighborhood probably a little bit safer man A little bit more Atleast for us or somthing dang Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown mane. if your ass Step ima be downtown mane. 4th floor bound mane that's if i get caught Mane. push me to the edge so it really ain't my fault mane. see I gotta die, man. don't you even try man. enemies gone bleed once I let these bullets fly mane. Momma gonna cry mane. I like to get High mane. niggas passing plates snortin line after line man. I got's to Get mine mane. robbing was the crime mane. that a nigga did but I done serve my time mane. put that all behind mane. get out on The grind mane. slang some of this dope in the steets or my Ride mane. see I ain't a fool mane. fuck, listen to you mane. Why You in my grill and you knowin we ain't cool mane. project ain't A duck mane. see I know waz up mane. get up off my dick like a Motherfucking slut mane Blunt to my lips Gun on my hip Rocks in my sock Pocket full of chips Watchin for the pigs Splitin hataz wigs Stackin me some grip Playa can ya dig Blunt to my lips Gun on my hip Rocks in my sock Pocket full of chips Watchin for the pigs Splitin hataz wigs Stackin me some grip Playa can ya dig Where I'm from man aint no sunshine only shine on a doggs ass if His ass don't get on the grind doin time help a nigga out to Clear up my head use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed it Was said I would end up dead working in the streets but the Streets is the only thang I see payin me quarter key fuck Servin deals rockin to the shake slangin guns slangin TV's Man im tryin to make all I can my nigga puncho at a hoes House get her drunk take her to the back put dick in her Mouth leave the front door unlocked my nig turn the radio Pull the car up into the yard cleaning out the hoe you should Know that a burglary really ain't for me I just got out the Tentary tryin to get my feet get the cheese off the merchandise Went a bought a deal nigga please you say you dont steal I'ma keep It real Blunt to my lips Gun on my hip Rocks in my sock Pocket full of chips Watchin for the pigs Splitin hataz wigs Stackin me some grip Playa can ya dig Blunt to my lips Gun on my hip Rocks in my sock Pocket full of chips Watchin for the pigs Splitin hataz wigs Stackin me some grip Playa can ya dig Hataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita and game Splita I'm also a wig splita your ass getta shoot up by the nine mila Your cap I drilla when fucking with real nigga the chrome trigga Shall regulate a punk quicker a bullet hit ya I'm zoned of that brown Liquor you need to get ya nose outta niggas biz quit spreadin Rumors like a motherfucking punk bitch my trunk is the bed for a Kidnapped victim hollow point hit them pull out my gun your hands You get them up in the air ah because you came to me in error Don't wanna scare ya see you have manifest in terror I know these Bullets will pop your shit off like a Mellon let's bust it up man Fuck man who you tellin it's Armageddon the North Memphis crack we Sellin you pass me the potent weed is what they yellin Blunt to my lips Gun on my hip Rocks in my sock Pocket full of chips Watchin for the pigs Splitin hataz wigs