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project pat - mouth write a check lyrics

(feat. frayser boy)

[chorus 1x]
don’t let your mouth write a check that that -ss can’t cash
don’t let that finger pull the trigger and that -ss get blast
don’t let them n-gg-s pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad
don’t let me run up on yo -ss and you end up in the past

i know this n-gg- and he always be talking that bullsh-t
but little do he know he gon suffer a wig split
like f-cking with the realest the illest will f-cking kill him
a straight up headbuster and also a real n-gg-
there’s gon be consequences so n-gg-s just run in here
i’m unloading the tone and popping an extra clip
a b-tch n-gg- talking is something i can’t stand
or every last will pick up the mess that’s gonna land
the i.v.’s in his arm the bullets up in his chest
his shop about to close he shoulda had on a vest
don’t f-ck with me n-gg- that’s something i have to stress
keep talking sh-t boy your gonna end up with one less
i’m out the bay n-gg- that’s something you gonna respect
and stay out of my business before you feel the tech
don’t give a sh-t bout you i treat you like my hoe
gon wake up one night and i’m kicking up in your door hoe

[chorus 2x]

when i buck em, touch em, f-ck em, now you clutching laying down
got you ducking m-th-f-cker, turn that smile to a frown
i will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest
i’m guessing letting bullets wet ya
shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe that’s fasho
i’m most definitely bringing pain to you n-gg-s
like some b-tches when i step up in this thang
all you n-gg-s do is gossip like some lil’ hoes
you might as well go down to the shake junt and slide down poles
now you running while i’m gunning
stomping hoping to get close to some shelter
better catch up with some polices, hope that they can help ya
help to ? you just better get some younger quick and fast
i’m holding the match and your body’s drenching down with gas
got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes
blow yo -ss off ??
me and project pat toting gats we do this for sport
have you made lights, camera, action on the news report

[chorus 2x]

[project pat]
now f-ck this godd-mn talking
make you b-tches bring the pain
catch yo hoe -ss walking stick a tone to ya brain
you insane if ya think i’ma still let ya breathe
i got anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve
i’ma blast on ya hoe give a d-mn who was looking
blow the top off your skull then your life has been tooken
you was cooking up a scheme tryna put me in the beam
but the jokes on you jack slapped his -ss with the gat
beat ’em down to the pavement squealing like a pig
my n-gg- i don’t save ’em beat em like a b-tch
ain’t n-body tryna help ya, what they finna do
hollow lead’s gonna melt up, you and your crew
superman stick your chest out
and watch this 38 slug blow your back out
bout to bust on you boys shoot you till you dead
i love playing with them toys pocket full of lead

- project pat lyrics

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