Friends We Know Fat Pat (Ft. C-Blount)

[Intro]
Yuh
You gotta feel this (that's right)
Nahm sayin'
You make enemies, turn your back on a playa (huh)
What's up Blunty

[Hook: Fat Pat]
Friends we know done turned enemies
Because we stacking big paper collecting our cheese
We just some G's on a mission nah we ain't trippin'
Always packin' pistols, can't never be slippin' because
Friends we know done turned enemies
Because we stacking big paper collecting our cheese
We just some G's on a mission nah we ain't trippin'
Always packin' pistols, can't never be slippin'

[Verse 1: Fat Pat]
I got my hand on my gun, cuz you got me on the run
Blazin' hot like the sun, Nigga I ain't the one
You betta ask somebody 'bout PAT
Hard hittin' never quittin' breaking of a big piece
Blowing on swisher sweets, ridin' in leather seats
Raking H-Town streets, always packin' my heat
I thought you was my dog, plotted for my downfall
Because my paper was tall, back against the wall
Coming out striking like lightning, nigga me and CB
Two trill ass playas that you really can't see
But you wanna be, can't fill our shoes
Strings tied too tight, 'bout to give you the blues
See your face on the news, for that drama you choose
Don't break ghetto rules and turn your back on your fools
That's the way that you loose, so survive in the game
Keep your pistol always to you side 'fore you get a stain