Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Playa gon shine trick
You aint on my level trick
Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Catch up wit cha kind mane
I dont deal wit fakeness
Still a mack
Still a thug
Still a mane showing love
To my dawgs,to my folks
Violators be slugs in ya back
Ratta-tat
Its your dawg Project Pat
In da hood having fun
Sippin on Parmason
Give me some,show me love
Like the man up above
Spread my wings like a dove
Mean mug niggas looking
And a henn from a smile
Bucket side blood cooking
Got a problem wit my style
Wit the click,,wit the clan
Lanes I dont understand
If you feel that you real
Fuck its on lightning
On the real hoes but they mouth
And get pimp smacked
Automatic gat,get yo motherfuckin head crack
Heat tight,trick tight
Killas pullin pistol plates
When you pull ya tone
My nig thats where you gon lay
Im a say this to you haters wit the problem
Step up to the Patsta
Boy Im a solveem
All in my face
And he knowing he dont like me
Proably wanna shoot me
Maybe even fight me
Suck me,paid me
Mane thats what yo bitch do
Loving me the most cause I let her do the click to
Profit Posse all these hoes never frontin
Mane they off that ezay
Gobblin up somethin
Dick in ya mouth
Slow it down wit that rough stuff
Five vicious catos curling like a chesse puff
Chesse first cap blast
AC Rolls in the tenet
(Baby whats been goin on)
Nothing hoe but the dick
Got me bent out of shape
To you hoes that are fake
Get the fuck out my face
Before I shoot you in ya face
Murder rate,shell increase
Mother-fuck the police
Ridin up on yo ass,in ya ass
Be decrease,never peace
Where I live know for the cross-cut
First haters step
First haters get tossed out
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