On Nigga Project Pat

[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, dawg"
"Yeah, man, uhhh... What if I told you, I was that nigga"
"Man, quit playin' doe, for real doe, man!"
"No, you ain't hearin' me dawg, I got yo' motherfuckin' shit, nigga
What the fuck you gone do about it?"
"Fuck you nigga, I'll see you, boy!"

[Verse 1]
As a youngsta guns-ah, what I specialize in
Me and my dawgs selling dope on a rising
Rising in years we together in this hood life
Struggling together, straight praying for the good life
Yo life means more to me than my own do
When you had some beef I went and shot on that whole crew
I do what I gotta do, 'cause I'm yo right hand
You's a lot older than me, I'm yo little man
Mane time fly's now we old to older
You done came up flippin' pebbles to boulders
Told ya that I'm down with you until the graveyard
Me and you got caught with some work in the same car
You were facing more time than me if behind bars
I was seventeen and a half so I took the charge
You got larger heard now you own a crack house
I did two years and they let a nigga back out