187

[Project Pat]

Yea Project Pat up in this dang thang

Crook by da book, the fed story

Yall know how we do

We do it like it sposed to be done

The dirty dirty strapped with the gun

Yall know how we ride, homicide

Yall know how we do

187 on a punk

Yall know how we get down

Let the bullets start talkin

Thats how we do the walkin

Yall know how we get down north(north, north)

[Project Pat]

Patty cake, patty cake, stack the money off the plates

In a field, you remain

You gon make me keep the blades

Sucky boys, bring the noise

Smoke you like a kush bubble

Im the president of Drama

Guess you get some kush trauma

Haters hurl up, lighten up, cuz they broke niggas

Hittin up a punk, cut his throat

Call them folk niggas

Hurt your mouth, hot in these streets

Hood banga, ride by your house

Wit the cake, let it bang ya

Project pat, still in business

On some handguns

Niggas get to screamin out ya guy when the lead gun

If ya think ya quick, Drama go in ya bullet

Im head buttin suckas in the head wit these bullets

[x2]

Now if ya wanna ya can get it no problem

Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, blow

Now if ya wanna ya can get it I aint trippin

Its 187 on a mothaf**kin fool

[8Ball]

Big hat, low walkas, low custom fours oh

Put my pants down back, pockets almost all the flow

i don't wanna touch it but the bad boy out in public

If a nigga disresepect it then the trigga is the subject

Take it how ya wanna take it, test it then, shit was fake

Lookin at your mama from the casket cryin after weight

I make dough

Pimp niggas like we bake the cake

Sit up in restaurants and get my fill on big ol steaks

I hope im never that poor nigga seein blood, runnin

Cant bleed cuz the shots took away half your tummy

On your knees beggin Lord please not now

Knock on wood, count your blessings while you still around

[x2]

[MJG]

Look, look into the rearview

Nigga followin me he got a slash on the gas

No, f**k that slam on the brakes

Jump out wit the pump and blast on his ass

M Tight MJG, you dont really wanna come with the fo-fo

When the low low bringin everybody get out the way

And aint playin, but ya dont move

Goin get a hold every little mothaf**ka

Still roll by, still gon slide with blood all ova

Anything that ya step by i work for Pat mothaf**ka

Me and him I, put in some work

I did my dirt, I did some bad, I did some good

You can bring in any kinda wig ya wanna in bring boy

I don't think ya really wanna bring it to the hood

Go brang yo bitch, do yo thang, then it dont matta bout who you claim

It don't really matta what another mothaf**ka do

When its all over with you the man

Dont make me get buck with the AK

Cuz it may spray and it may shoot and it may hit

Anybody that ya live or you stay wit

Thats how worse than the average day hit, shit