[Project Pat]   Yea Project Pat up in this dang thang   Crook by da book, the fed story   Yall know how we do   We do it like it sposed to be done   The dirty dirty strapped with the gun   Yall know how we ride, homicide   Yall know how we do   187 on a punk   Yall know how we get down   Let the bullets start talkin   Thats how we do the walkin   Yall know how we get down north(north, north)      [Project Pat]   Patty cake, patty cake, stack the money off the plates   In a field, you remain   You gon make me keep the blades   Sucky boys, bring the noise   Smoke you like a kush bubble   Im the president of Drama   Guess you get some kush trauma   Haters hurl up, lighten up, cuz they broke niggas   Hittin up a punk, cut his throat   Call them folk niggas   Hurt your mouth, hot in these streets   Hood banga, ride by your house   Wit the cake, let it bang ya   Project pat, still in business   On some handguns   Niggas get to screamin out ya guy when the lead gun   If ya think ya quick, Drama go in ya bullet   Im head buttin suckas in the head wit these bullets      [Hook x2]   Now if ya wanna ya can get it no problem   Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, blow   Now if ya wanna ya can get it I aint trippin   Its 187 on a mothafuckin fool      [8Ball]   Big hat, low walkas, low custom fours oh   Put my pants down back, pockets almost all the flow   i don't wanna touch it but the bad boy out in public   If a nigga disresepect it then the trigga is the subject   Take it how ya wanna take it, test it then, shit was fake   Lookin at your mama from the casket cryin after weight   I make dough   Pimp niggas like we bake the cake   Sit up in restaurants and get my fill on big ol steaks   I hope im never that poor nigga seein blood, runnin   Cant bleed cuz the shots took away half your tummy   On your knees beggin Lord please not now   Knock on wood, count your blessings while you still around      [Hook x2]      [MJG]   Look, look into the rearview   Nigga followin me he got a slash on the gas   No, fuck that slam on the brakes   Jump out wit the pump and blast on his ass   M Tight MJG, you dont really wanna come with the fo-fo   When the low low bringin everybody get out the way   And aint playin, but ya dont move   Goin get a hold every little mothafucka    Still roll by, still gon slide with blood all ova   Anything that ya step by i work for Pat mothafucka   Me and him I, put in some work   I did my dirt, I did some bad, I did some good   You can bring in any kinda wig ya wanna in bring boy   I don't think ya really wanna bring it to the hood   Go brang yo bitch, do yo thang, then it dont matta bout who you claim   It don't really matta what another mothafucka do   When its all over with you the man   Dont make me get buck with the AK   Cuz it may spray and it may shoot and it may hit   Anybody that ya live or you stay wit   Thats how worse than the average day hit, shit