Buckshot - Pat Em Down lyrics

[Hook] You better watch what you around, It might be going down You take that n***a in, you might be outta bounds So when you turn around, and you hear the click Your movie is a skit, that's sick [Verse 1] What's up my n***a? Let me holla at you Word on the street, I heard police is throwing dollars at you They got you wired up, that got me fired up So listen up, I gotta see if they lying or what Cause that's f**ed up, if it's true Duke, you Secret Service? You CIA? Well, you see I ain't nervous, and you see I don't play I put them cards on the table, three monte You had the right connect, but you was bigging up the wrong state Okay, listen Now I'm looking at n***as, and I'm feeling real funny It ain't a joke, though Why? Cause I'm peeling real money n***a, you bummy Still live with your honey Donnie Brasco fiasco -- eat, money You still police, money [Hook] [Verse 2] We did a few hustles, had a few scams That's why I'm looking like, nah, not you, fam You used to shoot up in the air, I called you toucan When police was coming, you was running -- tan blue van You was my man, damn Now all of a sudden, I hear you stuttering When you see the black car no brothers in Trying to front for BDI like you don't f** with them My n***a, you bugged, but I'm saying you're bugged from them No wonder why I seen the whip the other night on the strip I seen the cop who said alright, shot, trip And I'll be there when you fall like the Albee Square Mall But I'll be damned if I see you canned like tourists n***a, I'mma do me regardless [Hook] [Verse 3] Ain't no rules when you doing you Anybody could get it Some do it for the love, some do it for digits Some want to get to the top by any means If it means coming for your living or seeing prison