You Know the Biss

[Hook 2X: Project Pat] Mane you know the business Mane you know the business Playa gon' shine trick You ain't on my level trick Mane you know the business Mane you know the business Catch up wit' cha kind mane I don't get wit' fakeness [Verse One: Project Pat] Still a mack Still a thug Still a mane showing love To my dawgs, to my folks Violators, three slugs in ya back Ratta-tat It's your dawg Project Pat In the hood having fun Sippin' on Paul Masson Give me some, show me love Like the man up above Watch me rise to the top 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 Lames, I don't understand If you feel that you real Fuck it's on, lightning steel 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' that's where you gon' lay I'm a say this to you haters wit' the problem Step up to the Patsta Boy I'm a solve'em [Hook] [Verse Two: Project Pat] All in my face And he knowing he don't like me Proably wanna shoot me Maybe wanna fight me Suck me, paid me Mane that's what yo' bitch do Loving me the most cause I let her do the click too Prophet 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 Fine vicious cat, toes curling like a chesse puff Chesse first cap blast AC Rolls in the tent (Baby what's been goin' on) Nothing ho 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 shall increase Mother-fuck the police Ridin' up on yo' ass, then ya ass Be deceased, never peace Where I live, known for the cross-out First haters step First haters get tossed out [Hook]