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    Roll Wit It 373t5f

    Project Pat 455453


    (Chorus)
    If you boys got beef we can
    Roll wit it
    In da club or da street we can
    Go wit it
    It don't make me none
    Blow for blow wit it
    Crack his head wit a gun
    I'ma sho split it

    (Project Pat)
    In Hollywood at the stop sign
    Watchin out for one time
    Clean on them things
    Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine
    I'm on that weed
    So the car's kinda smokey
    The glock's in the stash
    Cause I'm dodgin the pokey
    Its hard on tha street
    Niggas livin like a catfish
    A project killa, four kids
    and a fat bitch
    Try to flip e'ry quarter ounce
    Ain't no credit barred
    We accept cash, merchandise
    or ya ebit(EBT) card
    Like to start shit
    At the club we be flexin
    And we'll kill a bitch
    At these hoes we be beckin
    North North to the full
    My game they respectin
    A rope to the bumper
    You get drug by yo neck-in
    Don't come around here
    You'z betta reckin
    You get ya ass blowed off
    For playin and jeckin
    Down in this dirty
    Only real muhfuckas rule
    Hoes wearin flirty skirties
    Young niggas act a fool

    (Chorus x2)

    (La Chat)
    If there's some ana to handle
    I'm gonna take care of my biz
    I got a scope on ya body
    I'm aimin straight for yo wig
    I love to show out on hoes
    I love to cut up wit niggas
    These bitches always get wrong
    So I love pullin tha trigga
    And since you hoes won't learn
    I got some lessons to teach
    You betta call up the pastor
    He got a sermon to preach
    I ain't wit that arguin and cussin and fussin
    Bitchin and fightin
    I'm buckin choppas off top
    Committed to takin yo life'n
    La Chat a mac slash killa
    Only speakin the real-a
    I'm tryna let you know its on
    For you violate a nigga
    A bitch be quick to talk shit
    But do you mean what you say
    A real killa don't be talkin
    They just be on they way
    I don't think you wanna get down
    You boys ain't ready for beef
    There ain't nowhere you can hide
    I called out an APD
    This ain't game that ya playin
    These bitches comin up slayin
    I keep my ears to tha street
    So hoe you watch what ya sayin

    (Chorus x2)

    (Project Pat)
    They lock me up just like Tupac
    And I went platinum
    Layed it down for a calendar
    Now right back at em
    Took my game then weighed it up
    On a triple beam
    Niggas rob, kill, murder, steal
    For that ghetty green
    U.S. Marshal at my folks house
    Wanna kill me dead
    Wanna see me in a pine box
    Bullet in my head
    Police, mane I ain't did shit
    Why you hatin this
    Ghetto thugs love my rap songs
    They relate to this
    Swingin fists Knock ya eyeball
    Clean out ya face
    Shoulda known it was shit starters
    All in tha place
    Young niggas on that powder
    Gon off tha base
    Sneakin tones in da club
    You could get blown away
    Its a muhfuckin clique thang
    Represent ya hood
    Slangin cane makin plenty change
    All to the good
    Smokin blunt after blunt
    Pound after pound
    Throw a dead body in tha trunk
    High we get down

    (Chorus)

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