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PROJECT PAT lyrics : "Weak Niggaz"

Gangsta g-g-gangsta g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta g-g-gangsta

Gangsta gangsta weak ^!$$%z perpetrate
Gangsta gangsta weak ^!$$%z perpetrate


Gangsta g-g-gangsta g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta g-g-gangsta

Gangsta gangsta weak ^!$$%z perpetrate
Gangsta gangsta weak ^!$$%z perpetrate


I grab my swatter i swat this bug he laid to rest
$#&@in' wit t-r-i-p-l e-s-i-x
^!$$%z be talkin' but in the end i like $%&^x 'em up

In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts
(*##$ where you graduated from i said a school of hoe-in'
'cause in yo face off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin'

Too $#&@in' light too $#&@in' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives shoot you with - nines and take yo life


Yea we know you ^!$$%z are $#&@in' scared 'cause we don't play around
Never wanna step 'cause three 6 mafia put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro

^!$$%z swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then i'm gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold

Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed


They don't $%&^x wit you like ya $#&@ed with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends now you got no friends

Now its time to get the strap and go and do they $%&^ in

They don't $%&^x wit you like ya $#&@ed with them

Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they $%&^ in


Whachu doin' round hea? my ^!$$% i gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie my mind on bailin' so i split ya

Head to the meet-ie give to the needy so $%&^x the rest
No understandin' projects the greedy ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a?

No hesitatin' i come out buckin' so watch the nine
Off in east memphis transactin' bizness i know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese the ones i hate


Could it be me could it be somethin' in the $#&@in' air
Im seein' ^!$$%z them ^!$$%z bodies flyin' everywhere

You wanna know if the lord is mackin' or a $#&@in' player
I'm keepin' all of you mutha$#&@as in my $#&@in' prayers
Everywhere that i go i'm gettin' all these evil stares

I'm sick of all of these hatin' mutha$#&@as in my hair
All in my bizness god is my witness i don't even care
Cause all you $%&^$%&^x you get the *blaah* died hell yeah


They don't $%&^x wit you like ya $#&@ed with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb

You got no ends now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they $%&^ in


They don't $%&^x wit you like ya $#&@ed with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends now you got no friends

Now its time to get the strap and go and do they $%&^ in

Deep deep in them trenches of memphis where i'm seriously pimpin'

Da koopsta da knicca breakin' mo $%&^$%&^x than london got bridges
Send this to you ^!$$%s so you besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell

This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-i for you ^!$$%s that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass will?off it
Call chris mane $%&^x dump 'em in a ditch

Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the six riders

My ^!$$% cb he be back out here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors he lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane

And $#&@in' wit him is like $#&@in' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough ^!$$% ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash ^!$$% and dust to dust
In gats we trust ^!$$% it really ain't much ^!$$%
'cause talkin' to us ^!$$% we blowin' ya up


They don't $%&^x wit you like ya $#&@ed with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they $%&^ in


They don't $%&^x wit you like ya $#&@ed with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends now you got no friends
Now its time to get the strap and go and do they $%&^ in


I'm smoked out snorted out drunken and i'm blown

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