Project Pat - Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho lyrics

(feat. Hypnotize Camp Posse) [DJ Paul:] Yeah you muthaf**in' hoes Y'all know the muthaf**in' dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in this muthaf**a Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old muthaf**in' sh** b**h, it's whatever n***a We in this muthaf**a for the 9-9, 9's to your head ho (Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya) [Juicy J:] Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun b**h Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run b**h k** 'em like they convicts Know they hear them guns click Doped up like a muthaf**a (Cough, Cough, Snort) You could catch me in the same hood, on the f**in' same block With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock 9 o'clock clock n***a like to slang cuz I be hustlin' weight and We gon' put a end to you hoes and you n***az hatin' [Lord Infamous:] I'ma be every f**in' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make I'ma break every f**in' b**h, fatalities that I can bring I'ma millie my pillie but k**ie, k**in' everything that I wanna k** You weak a** n***az don't want Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get ill Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you b**hes y'all best get steel Scarecrow, Club House, yes it gets ill So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forget Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be sh** with out us b**h Don't forget [Cruchy Black:] k**in' ain't sh** b**hes ain't sh** n***az ain't sh** Bodies in a ditch How many n***az done talked that sh** About the Project f**in' Pat, Thug Posse ya b**h n***az gon' talk, b**hes gon' start Muthaf**az gonna get they bodies in a trunk All I want is cash Muthaf**az have Get down on your knees Gimme all your cash [ScanMan:] Whoa, muthaf**a watch yourself, just watch your back Cause still we chillin' with Pat Straped with them gats Be ready to attack All you hatin' a** n***az that wanna jump, yo punk what's up You better come up real with your muthatf**in' sh**, cause boy, it's gonna get rough Situation's gone bad, for you n***az claimin' k**az Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that sh** and peep these streets Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a b**h" know watch them throw lights out in my head [DJ Paul:] k**in', buckin', buckin up in Gunfire Bullets rickin' off the walls, n***a this is Warfare s**az claimin' they got nuts You don't know these elephants Specialize in takin' notes Specialize in nappy hoes n***az this is serious, I can't play no games no more n***az actin' curious, but I think they know the score b**hes know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claim Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in this game [MC Mack:] Alot of n***az talk that sh** and end up gettin' the wig split It's MC Mack, the n***a known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks Busta a** n***a, run you mouth and get your a** blowed off Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it off Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a f** about another n***a if he's speakin' use your counter attack Rollin' like a n***a smack a n***a like a n***a smack a b**h, you crump, you ain't no busta Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colder Won't you come a little closer n***a, you won't be rollin' our [T-Rock:] Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle Started rivalries civil Homies swithin', actin' fickle But if you f** with family ties, we leave you triple That n***a there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man ain't chival Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock s**az eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops Away from the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop [Gangsta Boo:] Yeah I know, I know Down, down, baby goin' down, down Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby n***az wanna run up, we be flexin' the Tech and Be pointed at ya we comin', and I b**h, I bet ya, I bet ya You wanna hit 'em, but n***a you an't forget 'em, forget 'em Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom I know b**hes out there lovin' me, n***az got dreams of f**in' me f**in' me ain't the story gon' f** you up more than me [DJ Paul:] It's whatever, whatever ho Whatever, whatever ho It's whatever, whatever ho Whatever, whatever ho It's whatever, whatever ho Whatever, whatever ho It's whatever, whatever ho Whatever, whatever ho It's whatever, whatever ho Whatever, whatever ho It's whatever, whatever ho Whatever, whatever ho It's whatever, whatever ho Whatever, whatever ho It's whatever, whatever ho Whatever, whatever ho It's whatever, whatever ho Whatever, whatever ho It's whatever, whatever ho Whatever [Project Pat:] Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across Ridin' in your hood and let the muthaf**in' bullets toss Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma Ridin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bust Caught that n***az slippin' at his place, shot him in his face Now I race, from the scenery, blowin' on greenery Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I don't explain I maintain, k**az catchin' drinks, Project cathin' cappers Shootin' at your muthaf**in' lane, they be catching vapors Playa Haters, violatiers, bullsh**ers, this for y'all Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want none