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[Intro: Caller & Project Pat]
Hello, hello?
Man, Pat, what's up, man?
What's up, nigga
Man, these niggas done came up in the motherfuckin' crib and got me for my shit, dog
Yeah, man, uhhh
What if I told you, I was that nigga
Man, quit playin' though, for real though, man
No, you ain't hearin' me dog
I got your motherfuckin' shit, nigga
What the fuck you gon' do about it?
Fuck you, nigga, I'll see you, boy
[Verse 1: Crunchy Black]
See, I could hit-a hit-a, stick-a stick-a, get a nigga fast
I'm kickin' in some doors, I'm puttin' a nigga on his ass
And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag
A body-fuckin'-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask
I stick-a, stick-and move, I body-body bruise
I break the fuckin' law and I ain't playin' with you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool
I lock and fuckin' load and let that motherfucker loose (Blaow)
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
I know this nigga, who got punked out after every class
He was a bitch in school and now, he tote a gun and badge
Put on a uniform and now he think, he super bad
Man, fuck your vest, you still get laid to rest, under the grass
I do not give a fuck because you are a officer
I put you in your coffin, sir, you fuckin' with a slaughterer
Some police don't serve protective
They bangin' pussy in projects
Some niggas pay him off, to sell they dope around his set
Hello, hello?
Man, Pat, what's up, man?
What's up, nigga
Man, these niggas done came up in the motherfuckin' crib and got me for my shit, dog
Yeah, man, uhhh
What if I told you, I was that nigga
Man, quit playin' though, for real though, man
No, you ain't hearin' me dog
I got your motherfuckin' shit, nigga
What the fuck you gon' do about it?
Fuck you, nigga, I'll see you, boy
[Verse 1: Crunchy Black]
See, I could hit-a hit-a, stick-a stick-a, get a nigga fast
I'm kickin' in some doors, I'm puttin' a nigga on his ass
And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag
A body-fuckin'-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask
I stick-a, stick-and move, I body-body bruise
I break the fuckin' law and I ain't playin' with you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool
I lock and fuckin' load and let that motherfucker loose (Blaow)
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
I know this nigga, who got punked out after every class
He was a bitch in school and now, he tote a gun and badge
Put on a uniform and now he think, he super bad
Man, fuck your vest, you still get laid to rest, under the grass
I do not give a fuck because you are a officer
I put you in your coffin, sir, you fuckin' with a slaughterer
Some police don't serve protective
They bangin' pussy in projects
Some niggas pay him off, to sell they dope around his set
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