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| Artist: Project pat Song: Mouth Write A Check lyrics Album: Layin' Da Smack Down |
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| (chorus 1X) Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past I know this nigga and he always be talking that bullshit But little do he know he gon suffer a wig split Like fucking with the realest the illest will fucking kill him A straight up headbuster and also a real nigga There's gon be consequences so niggas just run in here I'm unloading the tone and popping an extra clip A bitch nigga talking is something I can't stand Or every last will pick up the mess that's gonna land The I.V.'s in his arm the bullets up in his chest His shop about to close he shoulda had on a vest Don't fuck with me nigga that's something I have to stress Keep talking shit boy your gonna end up with one less I'm out the Bay nigga that's something you gonna respect And stay out of my business before you feel the Tech Don't give a shit bout you I treat you like my hoe Gon wake up one night and I'm kicking up in your door hoe (chorus 2x) When I buck em, touch em, fuck em, now you clutching laying down Got you ducking muthafucker, turn that smile to a frown I will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest I'm guessing letting bullets wet ya Shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe that's fasho I'm most definitely bringing pain to you niggas like some bitches when I step up in this thang All you niggas do is gossip like some lil' hoes You might as well go down to the Shake Junt and slide down poles Now you running while I'm gunning Stomping hoping to get close to some shelter Better catch up with some polices, hope that they can help ya Help to ? you just better get some younger quick and fast I'm holding the match and your body's drenching down with gas Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes Blow yo ass off ?? Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report (chorus 2x) (Project Pat) Now fuck this goddamn talking Make you bitches bring the pain Catch yo hoe ass walking stick a tone to ya brain You insane if ya think I'ma still let ya breathe I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve I'ma blast on ya hoe give a damn who was looking Blow the top off your skull then your life has been tooken You was cooking up a scheme tryna put me in the beam But the jokes on you jack slapped his ass with the gat Beat 'em down to the pavement squealing like a pig My nigga I don't save 'em beat em like a bitch Ain't nobody tryna help ya, what they finna do Hollow lead's gonna melt up, you and your crew Superman stick your chest out And watch this 38 slug blow your back out Bout to bust on you boys shoot you till you dead I love playing with them toys pocket full of lead |
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