[Intro]
Mane, a nigga smoked out on that light-light
Mane, I need to put some pimpin' in this thang, some pimpin'
[Chorus]
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine. trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine. trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness
[Verse 1]
Still a mack, still a thug
Still a mane showin' love
To my dawgs, to my folks
Violators, feel these slugs
In ya back, ratta-tat
It's your dawg Project Pat
In the hood havin' fun
Sippin' on Paul Masson
Give me some, show me love
Like the man up above
Watch me rise to the top
Spread my wings like a dove
Mean mug, niggas lookin'
And a henn from a smile
But inside, blood cooking
Got a problem wit' my style
Wit' the clique, wit' the clan
Lames, I don't understand
If you feel that you real
Fuck it's on, grab the steel
On the real, hoes run they mouth
And get pimp smacked
Automatic gat, get yo' motherfuckin' head crack
Heat tight, trick tight
Killas pullin' pistol play
When you pull ya tone
My nig' that's where you gon' lay
I'm a say this to you haters wit' them problems
Step up to the Patsta
Boy, I'ma solve 'em
Mane, a nigga smoked out on that light-light
Mane, I need to put some pimpin' in this thang, some pimpin'
[Chorus]
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine. trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Playa gonna shine. trick
You ain't on my level, trick
Mane, you know the business
Mane, you know the business
Catch up wit' ya kind, mane
I don't get wit' fakeness
[Verse 1]
Still a mack, still a thug
Still a mane showin' love
To my dawgs, to my folks
Violators, feel these slugs
In ya back, ratta-tat
It's your dawg Project Pat
In the hood havin' fun
Sippin' on Paul Masson
Give me some, show me love
Like the man up above
Watch me rise to the top
Spread my wings like a dove
Mean mug, niggas lookin'
And a henn from a smile
But inside, blood cooking
Got a problem wit' my style
Wit' the clique, wit' the clan
Lames, I don't understand
If you feel that you real
Fuck it's on, grab the steel
On the real, hoes run they mouth
And get pimp smacked
Automatic gat, get yo' motherfuckin' head crack
Heat tight, trick tight
Killas pullin' pistol play
When you pull ya tone
My nig' that's where you gon' lay
I'm a say this to you haters wit' them problems
Step up to the Patsta
Boy, I'ma solve 'em
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