Project Pat - 2 Dollar n***az lyrics

[Hook] Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar n***as Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar n***as Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar n***as Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar n***as They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us [Verse 1] Project Pat, from the street n***a, I'm bringing this heat n***a Never do I back down, don't accept defeat n***a Calicos, bullet holes, gun shells left on site n***as k**ed over hoes or, over left and right Hats co*ked, guns pop, quick to have a trigger fit On a punk trick, knowing good and well he counterfeit All you do is talk, out'cha mouth, you don't never do Nothing' that you say, out'cha cap, it ain't never true Bury you, quicker than a n***a that done told something Seen you in the club beat you down like you owe something Know, something wrong pistol player, call you gun show Real n***as mayne, never speak what we don't know [Hook] [Verse 2] (Mayne I got that kush kush) You ain't got nothin' (Mercedes Benz I push push) Mayne quit'cha frontin' (Made a fifty thousand dollar stang) n***a you's a liar (Fool I'm out here selling keys) You needs to retire You's a babbage weed seller and a watered down Henn' drinker I heard you snitched out ya crew, you's a ship sinker Them hollow points in the gun gonna deal wit'cha I'll wipe the smile off ya face when the steel hit'cha 2 dollar n***as claim they chargin' and playin' who*es But they is out here flaugin' and payin' who*es n***a you trippin'. Datin', and meetin' who*es? Claimin' you pimpin', savin' and eatin' who*es? [Hook] [Verse 3] One day you wearin' red, and then it's blue the next 2 dollar n***as be the main ones flipping sets You say you gripping techs, regulating wit' the torch Was 25 and you decided to jump off the porch?? If he get caught, mouth run hot, like broke radiator Tell about the spots, and the plots, and the perpetrators You treat the cops, like ya pops, cause ya runnin' to 'em I'm non-stop, wit' that Glock, put that gun into him These older n***as put these youngsters on a bloody stage That's why these young n***as get k**ed, at an early age Sent on a dummy mission from a dummy in a cage 2 dollar leadership'll put you in a early grave [Hook] [Music to fade]