DESCRIPTION:
(Chorus 2x)
Blunt to my lips.
Gun on my hip.
rocks in my sock.
pocket full of chips.
watchin for the pigs.
splitin hataz wigs.
stackin me some grip.
playa can ya dig.

(Project Pat)
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown mane
if yo ass step I'ma be downtown mane 4th floor bound mane
thats if i get caught mane
push me to the edge so it really ain't my fault mane see I gotta die mane
don't you even try mane
enemies gone bleed once I let these bullets fly mane
momma gonna cry mane
I like to get high mane
niggaz passin plates snortin line after line mane
I got's to get mine mane
robbin was the crime mane
that a nigga did but I done serve my time mane
put that all behind mane
get out on the grind mane
slang some of this dope in the steets or my ride mane
see I ain't a fool mane
fuck listen to you mane
why you in my grill and you knowin we ain't cool mane
project ain't a duck mane
see I know whassup mane
get up off my dick like a muthafuckin slut mane

Chorus 2X

Where I'm from man ain't no sunshine only shine
on a doggs ass if his ass don't get on the grind
doin time help a nigga out to
clear up my head
use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed
it was said I would end up dead workin in the streets
but the streets is the only thang I see payin me
quarter key fuck servin deals rockin to the shake
slangin guns, slangin tv's
mane I'm tryin to make
all I can my nigga puncho at a hoes
house
get her drunk take her to the back put dick in her mouth
leave the dront door unlocked my nig turn the radio
pull the car up into the yard cleanin out the hoe
you should know that a burglary really ain't for me
I just got out the tentary tryin to get my feet
get the cheese off the merchandise
went a bought a deal
nigga please you say you don't steal I'ma keep it real

Chorus 2X

Hataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita
a game splita
I'm also a wig splitta
yo ass getta shoot up by the 9 milla
yo cap I drilla
when fuckin wit real nigga
the chrome trigga
shall regulate a punk quicker
a bullet hit ya
I'm zoned of that brown liquor
you need to get ya nose outta niggas biz
quit spreadin rumors like a muthafuckin punk bitch
my trunk is the bed for a
kidnapped victim
hollow point hit them pull out my gun your hands you get them
up in the airah
because you came to me in error
don't wanna scare ya
see you have manifest in terror
I know these bullets will pop yo shit off like a meleon
let's bust it up man fuck man who you tellin
it's armagedeon
the North Memphis crack we sellin
you pass me the potent weed is what they yellin

Chorus Fades Out