Project Pat - Old Ways lyrics

[Hook: Project Pat] They gonna make me go back to my old ways Shooting pistols, robbing n***as, selling yay 300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don't Play Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, a**ault and kidnap for d**, murder Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, a**ault and kidnap for d**, murder [Verse 1: Project Pat] Extended clip one in the head, where the dope She mask up, tied up, taped and some rope Hit a lick but have a brown, some pills and some smoke They gave this b**h a eighth of gas for some motherf**ing throat Kick yo door with the chopper, poppin' yeah you already know Deal with the street n***as, word on the street you a hoe Never got a burner on ya, n***as think that you slow Bro I'm f**ing with you, make your food man that's for sure Liars [?] you know how the jungle go They say get up out the street, where a n***a gonna go Robberie, drug sales, that's all a n***a know Robbery or extortion, p**y n***a make your choice [Hook: Project Pat] They gonna make me go back to my old ways Shooting pistols, robbing n***as, selling yay 300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don't Play Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, a**ault and kidnap for d**, murder Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, a**ault and kidnap for d**, murder [Verse 2: Project Pat] Heard this s**er a street over really getting it in Information gotten from a OG in the pen Say his daddy was a gangster, but not he not respected Son had a shelter life, he was street neglected On his daddy name plugs f**ing with it OG say his green light on that boy so go and get it Choppas with them [?] scope, we make no mistakes Me and my dog lick that bag though like a birthday cake Headed to the bedroom, n***a came out bustin' My AK spit that dragon fire, let it start puffin' n***a screaming "stop shooting, what ya n***as want?" I said where the motherf**ing money b**h and all the dope n***a took me to his stash and we took all his sh** 25 p's of Cali and a f**ing quarter brick Now that's a true lick I came up in the hood, I came up off the hood My n***as is understood, ya feel me? [Hook: Project Pat] They gonna make me go back to my old ways Shooting pistols, robbing n***as, selling yay 300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don't Play Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, a**ault and kidnap for d**, murder Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, a**ault and kidnap for d**, murder