| PROJECT PAT | Mouth Write A Check |
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Dont let your mouth write a check that that ass cant cash
Dont let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast
Dont let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad
Dont let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past
I know this nigga and he always be talking that bullshit
But little do he know he gon suffer a wig split
Like fucking with the realest the illest will fucking kill him
A straight up headbuster and also a real nigga
Theres gon be consequences so niggas just run in here
Im unloading the tone and popping an extra clip
A bitch nigga talking is something I cant stand
Or every last will pick up the mess thats 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
Dont fuck with me nigga thats something I have to stress
Keep talking shit boy your gonna end up with one less
Im out the Bay nigga thats something you gonna respect
And stay out of my business before you feel the Tech
Dont give a shit bout you I treat you like my hoe
Gon wake up one night and Im kicking up in your door hoe
When I buck em, touch em, fuck em, now you clutching laying down
Got you ducking muthafucker, turn that smile to a frown
I will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest
Im guessing letting bullets wet ya
Shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe thats fasho
Im most definitely bringing pain to you niggas
like some bitches when I step up in this thang
All you niggas 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 Im 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
Im holding the match and your bodys drenching down with gas
Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes
Blow yo ass off ??
Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport
Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report
Now fuck this goddamn talking
Make you bitches bring the pain
Catch yo hoe ass walking stick a tone to ya brain
You insane if ya think Ima still let ya breathe
I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve
Ima 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 ass with the gat
Beat em down to the pavement squealing like a pig
My nigga I dont save em beat em like a bitch
Aint nobody tryna help ya, what they finna do
Hollow leads 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
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