Cyoazzindalot DJ Paul (Ft. Project Pat)

[Intro: Pretty Tony]
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get—
Get-get-get-get-get-get buck
Get-get-get-get-get-get-get-get—
Get-get-get-get-get-get buck

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Straight from the projects, North Memphis the stompin' ground
You bitches don't make a move, you niggas don't make a sound
Get blown if you wanna, ho, don't fuss at the sawed-off, ho
A hole through your head though, lay your mammy on the floor
Crack rock for them crack fiends, some tones for them robbers
My fingerprints on the shells, so I keeps a revolver
This song about sellin' dope, cross niggas with chump change
We stick a yawk in your face and blow out your damn brains
We gone off that whitey-white it get you high as a kite
I'm soarin' high with the birds, I'm smokin' the hydro herb
It's plentiful down here, smokin' weed and drinkin' beer
Get to mixin' vodka my nig' with the Everclear
If pockets get empty, then I gotta take some
I slap you with .44, you know I'm gon' break some
You start seein' stars, and wonderin' who done took your shit
When I ain't got cheese, I'm like a fiend havin' crack fits

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
A bitch act up in this club, I see his ass in the lot
A bitch act up in this club, I see his ass in the lot
A bitch act up in this club, I see his ass in the lot
A bitch act up in this club, I see his ass in the lot
A bitch act up in this club, I see his ass in the lot
A bitch act up in this club, I see his ass in the lot
A bitch act up in this club, I see his ass in the lot
A bitch act up in this club, see you in the parking lot