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[Project Pat:] I only fuck with those Who only fuck with me A sucka play fa games A mane play fa keeps I keeps me a 9mm juss incase A cowards in my face These bullets he gon' taste A waste of yo life Step an Roll I want cheese Best ta leave me alone Best ta go, make some cheese In no means comin' all shake Full size colors Could be yo best friend, cousin' or brothas I'll rob em all Just ta see who's got tha fatest stack Walked in tha back Put tha lou in tha coco sack Slap on tha guard 4 times, for he passed out Eyes on tha blow an my pockets was assed out Had on a trench coat Wig an some goggles If an you rezist You may not see tomorrow Letras de cancionesI'm in there, outta there Tha police couldn't get me But I made a slip up Hadda trick wit me [Chorse x2:] Don't turn around Gimme tha fuckin' cheese trick Don't Make a sound Show me where them keys at Lay it on tha ground I'm knowin' that cha pockets fat For I buck you down An I'm quick ta do dat [Project Pat:] Niggas started braggin' in this hood Bout tha robbery Wasn't long then For somebody dropped a dime on me I'ma be tha one They taken to ta pick tha boy up Run his mouth just like a fool He gon' get me fucked up But, I'm gon' hafta get to em For tha police do I caught up wit em night an day Light him an his crew up Sprang deli chess an el Kinda in tha evenin' Four these mo Fuckas delt Dawg I was feelin' He was lookin' at me straing Like I'ma catch ya I done hopped out With that thang Lemme holla at cha fool Where ya been dawg (My mama got sick mane) Tha fuck that got ta do wit chu (hol' up I ain't cho bitch mane) I heard you been talkin' Yo mo Fuckin' lips loose (Naw, it ain't like that dawg) (I ain't no damn fool) Look em in his eyes I can see that he was so scared I squeeze on tha trigga With tha gun to his fourhead [Chorse x2:] Don't turn around Gimme tha fuckin' cheese trick Don't Make a sound Show me where them keys at Lay it on tha ground I'm knowin' that cha pockets fat For I buck you down An I'm quick ta do dat [Project Pat:] Blew tha top out his skull Now, they want me dead All tha niggas in his hood Police an tha Feds Stand out tha West Wood way Out otha side On tha otha side a town Somewhere I can hide I done through my life away Haun-ted by them Pizz Robbin' every otha day Drops in off my nig They done found my where abouts Bouts to do me in Kickin' in tha front door An I was in tha den S-K was unda tha couch Snatched it off tha wam Open fire on them hos I didn't give a damn Blood stringles full a dope Poured off coco leaf Feds heavy on a scope An, an emfa bead Rifle bullet through my throut Chokin' hit tha floor Gun powder in muh mouth Knockin'heaven's door Street life done took me out An that shit ain't fake I done fucked myself off Cause a bad mistake [Chorse x2:] Don't turn around Gimme tha fuckin' cheese trick Don't Make a sound Show me where them keys at Lay it on tha ground I'm knowin' that cha pockets fat For I buck you down An I'm quick ta do dat From Letras Mania