(feat. Project Pat)
[Chorus x2]
Hit the weed
Pa** the dough
Mask'em face
Hide the yo
Ride on up
Not too fast
Point the guns
k** yo' a**
[1st verse]
I'm a North Memphis n***a
My n***a to my last days
And when I'm dead and I'm gone let the blunts blaze
See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up
But f** the signs
If ya step I hold my chrome up
Don't give a f**
'Bout them n***as that you hangin' wit'
I'm rollin' up
Let this tech start sangin' b**h
I never quit til' you violators take a nap
Pop in yo' car
Blew yo' brains in yo' potnah's lap
I know ya strapped
But you cowards like to play hard
But knowing that you don't wanna catch
A murder charge
See n***as like to get full of dat weed and liquor
You snort a line in yo' mind
Now youse a k**a
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' sh**'ll leave a nice hole
It's Project Pat on the track wit' the dope cookin'
And where I'm from
Grown men don't take no a** whoopins
[Chorus x2]
[2nd verse]
Not only weak n***as like to start bullsh**ta
But in the street couple hollow points will hit ya
I'm watching out for you ones that are sheisty
I'm low on cheese so I might pull a heisty
I know you punk motherf**ers wanna test me
Because yo' b**h like to bow down and bless me
Don't give a damn get yo' mama house shot up
And have her stiff like some crack that's been rocked
Up
You f**ed up and now you gotta pay the cost
Cause youse a hoe
And I'm the motherf**ing boss
Automatic when I aim you say bye-bye
Yo' family sad you got k**ed in a drive-by
And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang
What you gon' do
When that thang's in ya face man
It's Project Pat wit' that 12 guage strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherf**ing back dawg
[Chorus x4]
[Pat starts talking over Chorus til end]