Don't Turn Around

[Project Pat:]

I only fuck with those

Who only fuck with me

A sucka play fa games

A mane play fa keeps

I keeps me a 9mm juss incase

A cowards in my face

These bullets he gon' taste

A waste of yo life

Step an Roll I want cheese

Best ta leave me alone

Best ta go, make some cheese

In no means comin' all shake

Full size colors

Could be yo best friend, cousin' or brothas

I'll rob em all

Just ta see who's got tha fatest stack

Walked in tha back

Put tha lou in tha coco sack

Slap on tha guard

4 times, for he passed out

Eyes on tha blow an my pockets was assed out

Had on a trench coat

Wig an some goggles

If an you rezist

You may not see tomorrow

I'm in there, outta there

Tha police couldn't get me

But I made a slip up

Hadda trick wit me

[Chorse x2:]

Don't turn around

Gimme tha fuckin' cheese trick

Don't Make a sound

Show me where them keys at

Lay it on tha ground

I'm knowin' that cha pockets fat

For I buck you down

An I'm quick ta do dat

[Project Pat:]

Niggas started braggin' in this hood

Bout tha robbery

Wasn't long then

For somebody dropped a dime on me

I'ma be tha one

They taken to ta pick tha boy up

Run his mouth just like a fool

He gon' get me fucked up

But, I'm gon' hafta get to em

For tha police do

I caught up wit em night an day

Light him an his crew up

Sprang deli chess an el

Kinda in tha evenin'

Four these mo Fuckas delt

Dawg I was feelin'

He was lookin' at me straing

Like I'ma catch ya

I done hopped out

With that thang

Lemme holla at cha fool

Where ya been dawg

(My mama got sick mane)

Tha fuck that got ta do wit chu

(hol' up I ain't cho bitch mane)

I heard you been talkin'

Yo mo Fuckin' lips loose

(Naw, it ain't like that dawg)

(I ain't no damn fool)

Look em in his eyes

I can see that he was so scared

I squeeze on tha trigga

With tha gun to his fourhead

[Chorse x2:]

Don't turn around

Gimme tha fuckin' cheese trick

Don't Make a sound

Show me where them keys at

Lay it on tha ground

I'm knowin' that cha pockets fat

For I buck you down

An I'm quick ta do dat

[Project Pat:]

Blew tha top out his skull

Now, they want me dead

All tha niggas in his hood

Police an tha Feds

Stand out tha West Wood way

Out otha side

On tha otha side a town

Somewhere I can hide

I done through my life away

Haun-ted by them Pizz

Robbin' every otha day

Drops in off my nig

They done found my where abouts

Bouts to do me in

Kickin' in tha front door

An I was in tha den

S-K was unda tha couch

Snatched it off tha wam

Open fire on them hos

I didn't give a damn

Blood stringles full a dope

Poured off coco leaf

Feds heavy on a scope

An, an emfa bead

Rifle bullet through my throut

Chokin' hit tha floor

Gun powder in muh mouth

Knockin'heaven's door

Street life done took me out

An that shit ain't fake

I done fucked myself off

Cause a bad mistake

[Chorse x2:]

Don't turn around

Gimme tha fuckin' cheese trick

Don't Make a sound

Show me where them keys at

Lay it on tha ground

I'm knowin' that cha pockets fat

For I buck you down

An I'm quick ta do dat