Fat Pat - Tha Last Man Standin' lyrics

[Verse 1: ] Bottom all the way to the top And it seems like a struggle but I had to get out, no doubt Bout my paper so I had to mash, 150 on my dash So you know I'm rolling fast, all about my cash Ain't no time to play, put it in perspective Time for ho checking, b**h made n***a wrecking What, uh, with that talking down sh** But don't know sh**, but all up on my dick? Miss me with that sideways sh**, I'm on a mission Pay attention, watch the news, got my shoes, pay your own dues And pick your own fools to ride wit, get high wit That do or die sh**, that no lie sh** We multiply chips and gain fat grips, but I tell you If yo eyes ain't open, they'll get ya, if I catch em I smoke em Uh, if I catch em I smoke em, uh, if I catch em I smoke em [Hook: ] I kept my mind on my paper - yeah, I stayed on my grind While the haters and the hoes - yeah, they all talked down All the way to the top is the way it gotta be It's the Mister in the place, so what do you see? (2x) [Verse 2: ] Pulling up on the corner, jumping out my Benz Holler at that boy Tony and a couple more friends Conversating about Benjamin's and n***as who owed us ends Pulled Tony to the side, asked him if he wanted to make quick wins A couple of chickens, Tony was game And I ain't seen that boy to this very day I'm rolling with my nine, on sight it's going down Blasting for my green, putting it all on the line I couldn't believe it, good guy gone bad But when I catch that cat, he wish he never had The streets be bumping bout situations, bout taking care of my business Hell na cause, I ain't bullsh**ting, that n***a's gonna get it [Hook: ] [Verse 3: ] Players get gangsta too (that's right) Jumpin out my gators into my stomping boots To make a n***a feel it if it's like that Cause knuckling up ain't a thang with Mr. Fat Pat But ain't about no bullsh**, I'm about my mail Stack my ends, floss my Benz, aid my clientele That he say she say - a bunch of bullsh** Just mad cause a n***a f**ing his b**h and trying to get rich And what about the snitch, that boy ain't saying nothing Put his body in a body-bag and burnt off on my bu*tons Came strutting through the lobby, I seen that boy Tony The Lord only know that I had my pistol on me Do or die situations, hesitation will get me k**ed And I knew that Tony had his pistol up in here Gunshots rang out and I'm the last man standing Mr. Fat Pat standing strong busting him with his god damn cannon [Hook]