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PROJECT PAT lyrics : "Nigga Got Popped"

[Chorus:]
This ^!$$% got popped, this ^!$$% got drowned
This ^!$$% got found on the other side of town

Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
This ^!$$% got popped, this ^!$$% got drowned

This ^!$$% got found on the other side of town
Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head


[Verse 1:]
It was New Year's Eve, I was kickin' it wit' Gangsta

Fred, outta North Memphis on another ca-per
Fresh like the D mayne look like we on ki's
Eyes like a Chinese, we was on some trees

P's and our Q's, what us true's, ^!$$%z be's, on
Really from the hood, know a jackin' can happ-on
Ain't, no surprise when them pistols get to poppin' off

Ain't, no surprise when them choppers get to choppin' off
Could be alive once the drama get to hoppin' off
Whip ya up like cream then mayne, blow ya toppin' off

Made a left on Chelsea Ave, pulled in to Russell sto'
See my ^!$$% Boo, conin', on his hustle flow


[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

My ^!$$% said, he got robbed, young skulls, pulled a jack
Say he had twelve rocks, and was low, on his cash
Had a case pendin', so that took, all his stash

Said he might, have to gon', pull, out the gun and mask
Ask "where I get the tools?" Eyes lookin' kinda shady
Smelled liquor on his breath, then he upped, a .380

Tone to my dome, life flashin', 'cross my eyeballs
Grabbed for the gun, right before he let a round off
Fred dropped the beer, of the nine comin' out the sto'

Shot him in the side, then the fool let the pistol go
Leakin' like a faucet he done ran off in the night
For this ^!$$%'s death, I was fiendin' like a hype


[Chorus]


[Verse 3:]
It's been seven days, we done caught up wit' the punk
In the very same spot, duct taped him in the trunk

In a Grand Marquis, stolen, rental car
Headed 55-South, then we exit on lamar
Sucker tried to resist, wanna squash it, ^!$$% please

Me and Fred threw him in the trunk, bullets in his knees
I could squeeze, mercy in, but it's, principalities
Maybe mama can forgive but you did this to me

Mayne these streets, it can get, real wicked in the south
^!$$% tried to take me out, now my .40's in his mouth
Blew the back, out his skull, where it dropped, where he lay

South memphis police found his body very next day

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