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[Hook: Project Pat] They gonna make me go back to my old ways Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay 300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don't Play Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, 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 bitch a eighth of gas for some motherfucking throat Kick yo door with the chopper, poppin' yeah you already know Deal with the street niggas, word on the street you a hoe Never got a burner on ya, niggas think that you slow Bro I'm fucking 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 nigga gonna go Robberie, drug sales, that's all a nigga know Robbery or extortion, pussy nigga make your choice [Hook: Project Pat] They gonna make me go back to my old ways Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay 300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don't Play Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder [Verse 2: Project Pat] Heard this sucker 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 fucking 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, nigga came out bustin' My AK spit that dragon fire, let it start puffin' Nigga screaming "stop shooting, what ya niggas want?" I said where the motherfucking money bitch and all the dope Nigga took me to his stash and we took all his shit 25 p's of Cali and a fucking quarter brick Now that's a true lick I came up in the hood, I came up off the hood My niggas is understood, ya feel me? [Hook: Project Pat] They gonna make me go back to my old ways Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay 300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don't Play Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder
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