Album: Hypnotize Camp Posse (2000)



(Feat. Project Pat)





[Chorus:] x2

Hit the weed

Pass the dough

Mask'em face

Hide the yo

Ride on up

Not too fast

Point the guns

Kill yo' ass



[1st verse]

I'm a North Memphis nigga

My nigga to my last days

And when I'm dead and I'm gone let the blunts blaze

See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up

But fuck the signs

If ya step I hold my chrome up

Don't give a fuck

'Bout them niggas that you hangin' wit'

I'm rollin' up

Let this tech start sangin' bitch

I never quit til' you violators take a nap

Pop in yo' car

Blew yo' brains in yo' potnah's lap

I know ya strapped

But you cowards like to play hard

But knowing that you don't wanna catch

A murder charge

See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor

You snort a line in yo' mind

Now youse a killa

So pull the trigger so

We can let the dice roll

Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole

It's Project Pat on the track wit' the dope cookin'

And where I'm from

Grown men don't take no ass whoopins



[Chorus] x2



[2nd verse ]

Not only weak niggas like to start bullshitta

But in the street couple hollow points will hit ya

I'm watching out for you ones that are sheisty

I'm low on cheese so I might pull a heisty

I know you punk motherfuckers wanna test me

Because yo' bitch like to bow down and bless me

Don't give a damn get yo' mama house shot up

And have her stiff like some crack that's been rocked up

You fucked up and now you gotta pay the cost

Cause youse a hoe

And I'm the motherfucking boss

Automatic when I aim you say bye-bye

Yo' family sad you got killed in a drive-by

And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang

What you gon' do

When that thang's in ya face man

It's Project Pat wit' that 12 guage strapped ya'll

I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg



[Chorus] x4



[Pat starts talking over chorus til end ]