Project Pat - On Nigga lyrics

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[Verse One]

As a youngsta guns-ah

what I specalize in

me and my dawgs selling dope on a rising

rising to gives we together in this hood life

struggling together straight praying for the good life

yo life means more to me then my own do

when you had some beef I went and shot on that whole crew

I do what I gotta do cuz I'm yo right hand

You's a-lot older then me I'm yo little man

Mane time fly's now we old to older

You done came up flippin pebbles to bolders

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 then 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

[Chorus (2x)]

Since you's a on nigga on nigga fuck which ya boy

knowing good and well I grew up which ya boy

you's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge

you gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge

[Verse Two]

Back out on the town and you riding in the jag clean

hit me with a pound then bought me a chevy thang

I could of saved in flew like the canary

you know I got heart and I know you very scary

carrying alot of weight put in plenty work

always was down for ya dawg did plenty dirt

looking like a jerk and ya living like a kingpin

that ain't showing love

I'm about to stick this tone inside ya fucking face

blow ya brains to the other side

38 dumb dumbs cut like a butter knife

but inside the walls you be soaking up game quick

fuck that gurellia shit trick I done got slick

remember ya kept ya dope backyard dawg house

over there hold gun lap

North Memphis momma house

looking for the cross that will come up from behind ya

muthafuck the laws cuz I'm taking what's mine-ah

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse Three]

Mom's went to church so I'm jumping over gate fast

You mane was outta town handling buisness

blew both rockwilders out they misery

you got it fist in good so they coulden't see

yea it's kind of obvious what I came for

herion and that white-dust ain't no shame boy

a real robber robs a trick and don't say a word

got'em for a pound of herion and bout eight birds

mouth slurred cuz a nigga blowing on some good shit

celebrating cuz a playa done made a phat lick

any trick do this to me hollow points fly

dead in the face right between muthafuckas eye

I be's the nigga busting if we in a brawl

I'm my niggas back up so who we call

me damn fool cuz he knowing that I buck'em

I can play it off cool but mane fuck'em

[Chorus (2x)]