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[Chorus x2] Now only weak nigguhs like to start bullshit'uh Now only weak nigguhs like to start bullshit'uh Auto Au Au Automatic when I aim you say bye bye Automatic when I aim you say bye bye [DJ Paul] Ruthless That was my style as a juvenile I ran with gangs nigguhs I slanged But in the meanwhile I hang with b.a.z rockers rockers on twenty-three chrome You got your gun on you I hate it if you done left it at home Cause six is blasting nice and fast And better clean your glasses We quick to sneak And put you to sleep like a certa mattress You soft like pussy So i guess thats why you smell like one Bitch fuck alone You better go and get your fucking gun I'll have you begging for a double dose of percoscent Your money bank if i touch you And you dont get wet We made a movie on you hoes Letras de cancionesI know you loved it didn't You started telling your girl Man i could of been in it But you a fuck nigguh Nigguhs dont fuck with you nigguh You donny brasco Need to cali coat nigguh I'm sick and tired of dissing you hoes on these cd's I'm bout to start dissing you hoes on my dvd's [Chorus] [Project Pat] I'ma start this one off with a toss from mah nigguh Ross We don't run the rap game But this city we the Boss North Memphis South Memphis Westwood Orange mound Project pat in this motherfucker layin smack down Crackin down on you punk nigguhs talkin to much gang Snortin all your dope up claiming that you in the game False flaggin bitches, i'll catch you outta hell If forman ass snitches protection fees in jail What you pay dead body lay once the bullets spray Round the way with the sk edward norten lay You gon' pay cause these nine mil'uh mills quick to mop'uh Wack a snitch off take ya life off the whoppa choppa Get the choppa put the mask on Nobody gon' hear knock knock Get my blast on All up in your grill All a nigguh wanted dawg was a piece of the pie pie But when my tones in your face you say bye bye [Project Pat] Nigguhs love to see this hate on the ten o clock news Project pat got arrested by them boys in blues He must be guilty of sin send his ass to the pen God have mercy on his boys so i'm back here again Nigguhs lie to they dawgs bout the shit that they do Point blank range one in chain when i aim staraight at you When i squeez on this trigguh its uh ooh spaghetti o's The holo hit you and the bloody run down your nose Kidnap a suckuh put the duck tape around his mouth A snitching fucker and he knows whos i'm talkin bout The nina popping and i'll put you permandisly Push you in river with some bricks wrapped around your feet Cause when its ana' best believe we gon' bring the heat With extra clips cause we do not except defeat I'm busting rounds and your chest will see cave'uhment Then get on down when your body hit pave'uhment [Chorus] [Project Pat] Ho! From Letras Mania