[Project Pat]
As I sit in my cell, might as well be in hell
Left a dead, two on one, fourth floor where I dwell
Couldn't tell, thought you was a man, but you was a b**h
A n***a that I'd die for really was a snitch
Let me switch back to the scene, scene of the crime
Where I left all my hopes and dreams; caught me with a .9
Duffel bag full of plenty cash, empty out safe
Hit the mask, but a nosey f*g f**ed up my escape
I could take any charge 'cause his d**h for this under
"Do you plead guilty on this case?" No, your honor
Wonder, how not guilty turned to guilty
Could it be that my homeboy turned stale on me?
I can see you and the victim sittin' like a hoe
On the prosecutor's side, shove a .9 down her throat
Of a coward punk b**h, your body in a ditch
Could've sold my own soldier to see the nine clique
Click, then your carca** fall like the gavel fell
Nine years what they gave me, then took me to jail
Did I tell? n***a, hell nah, Project ain't a hoe
We can blast with them thangs or we go toe to toe
Bullets blow n***as' brains out into outer space
k**as bust on you lames then leave without a trace
Just incase you was wondering did I let him live
He's at home with his wife but he better watch his kids
Snitches, b**hes, snitches, b**hes... [x16]
b**h, you can't call the police
Tell 'em watch your back. [x4]