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project pat - see you fall lyrics

(intro, project pat)
i just wanna talk to y’all for a second, man
some knowledge man, some real sh-t. see, you can
do what you do, man, and have fun with it, but you
gotta watch who the f-ck you doin’ it with. ’cause
n-ggas always tryin’ to throw a banana peel in front
of you. n-gga wanna see you fall, they don’t wanna
see you ball. for real

(hook 2x)
i’m a ball ’til i f-ckin’ crawl
but dot my i’s, cross my ts and dodge the law
a b-tch n-gga will do anything to see you fall
a b-tch n-gga will do anything to see you fall

(verse 1, project pat)
we got pistols in the car, and the dope in our system
n-gga sittin’ on them bricks, slippin’ could come up missin’
’cause you cowards hate to see the real come up off the drugs
hate to turn us on to plugs, n-gga come up off the druggs
i ain’t sayin’ it no more, ’cause these triggas’ll get swoll
another clip on the gun, you’ll receive an extra hole
the truth to be told, you was wanted from the get-go
a watered down n-gga, like the gas at a citgo
project hittin’ l!cks though, takin’ from rich po
suckas wishin’ that i fall, naw i ain’t gone let go
n-ggas see me in the streets prayin’ i get popped
now f-ck a crooked cop, and i’m risin’ i can’t stop

(hook 2x)

mayn i knew this n-gga that a n-gga used to mess with
he done went and snitched to this broad i used to mess with
told her all my business, how a n-gga will break the law
n-gga what you whistle when this forty five take your jaw
sold drugs on the corner wit’ cha tryin’ to get rich
thought you was a big playa, naw you was a big snitch
switchin’ up your story boy you’re hotter than a burnt chicken
caught you with a brick, feds threatened and you turned chicken
yeah, you suckas hatin’ me, ’cause i’m outshinin’ ya
hustle ’til the dough gone, me i’m out grindin’ ya
hypnotize minds and the jewelry straight blindin’ ya
n-ggas bring and wanna get, mayne we ain’t signin’ ya

(outro, thug n-gga, during hook 2x)
you know we do dat my n-gga. you cut your own throat. it’s over with
ain’t no gettin’ fresh. you n-ggas see these benzes out here. you n-ggas see
these bmws out here. you n-ggas see these hummers on 30s out here
n-gga we rep the dirty south, n-gga. north memphis
south memphis, the gutter boy. real n-ggas who don’t run their caps when the
going get tough n-gga. real n-ggas don’t snitch on their dogs. n-ggas out here
tellin’. mayne you n-ggas ain’t real. n-gga k!ll yourself, i don’t care how many
bodies you got under your belt, n-gga. when them feds caught up with you
you told ’em. n-gga you’s a punk. understand me, n-gga, ain’t no rank in the
hood no mo. you don’t exist. you might as well grew up with a, with a p-n-s
in your mouth and in your booty n-gga. n-gga you’s a snitch n-gga! k!ll yourself!
real talk, swallow some cyanide punk! you ain’t the truth no mo! your rep don’t stand
over here n-gga. i’m a tell you somethin’. when you get out, we’ll be waitin’
on ya. with those hollow slugs and those hi-glow shots. that’s how we roll
boy! you know the business!

- project pat lyrics

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