Project Pat - Mouth Write A Check lyrics

(feat. Frayser Boy) [Chorus 1X] Don't let your mouth write a check that that a** can't cash Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that a** get blast Don't let them n***as pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad Don't let me run up on yo a** and you end up in the past I know this n***a and he always be talking that bullsh** But little do he know he gon suffer a wig split Like f**ing with the realest the illest will f**ing k** him A straight up headbuster and also a real n***a There's gon be consequences so n***as just run in here I'm unloading the tone and popping an extra clip A b**h n***a talking is something I can't stand Or every last will pick up the mess that's gonna land The I.V.'s in his arm the bullets up in his chest His shop about to close he shoulda had on a vest Don't f** with me n***a that's something I have to stress Keep talking sh** boy your gonna end up with one less I'm out the Bay n***a that's something you gonna respect And stay out of my business before you feel the Tech Don't give a sh** bout you I treat you like my hoe Gon wake up one night and I'm kicking up in your door hoe [Chorus 2x] When I buck em, touch em, f** em, now you clutching laying down Got you ducking muthaf**er, turn that smile to a frown I will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest I'm guessing letting bullets wet ya Shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe that's fasho I'm most definitely bringing pain to you n***as like some b**hes when I step up in this thang All you n***as do is gossip like some lil' hoes You might as well go down to the Shake Junt and slide down poles Now you running while I'm gunning Stomping hoping to get close to some shelter Better catch up with some polices, hope that they can help ya Help to ? you just better get some younger quick and fast I'm holding the match and your body's drenching down with gas Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes Blow yo a** off ?? Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report [Chorus 2x] [Project Pat] Now f** this goddamn talking Make you b**hes bring the pain Catch yo hoe a** walking stick a tone to ya brain You insane if ya think I'ma still let ya breathe I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve I'ma blast on ya hoe give a damn who was looking Blow the top off your skull then your life has been tooken You was cooking up a scheme tryna put me in the beam But the jokes on you jack slapped his a** with the gat Beat 'em down to the pavement squealing like a pig My n***a I don't save 'em beat em like a b**h Ain't nobody tryna help ya, what they finna do Hollow lead's gonna melt up, you and your crew Superman stick your chest out And watch this 38 slug blow your back out Bout to bust on you boys shoot you till you dead I love playing with them toys pocket full of lead