Project Pat - 528-cash lyrics

[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]