Project Pat - 2 Dollar Niggaz lyrics
[Project Pat - 2 Dollar Niggaz lyrics]
Put two dollars in the air
For these two dollar niggas
Put two dollars in the air
For these two dollar niggas
Put two dollars in the air
For these two dollar niggas
Put two dollars in the air
For these two dollar niggas
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
Project Pat, from the street nigga
I'm bringing this heat nigga
Never do I back down
Don't accept defeat nigga
Calicos, bullet holes
Gun shells left on site
Niggas killed over hoes or
Over left and right hats cocked, guns pop
Quick to have a trigger fit on a punk trick
Knowing good and well he counterfeit
All you do is talk, out'cha mouth
You don't never do
Nothing' that you say, out'cha cap
It ain't never true bury you
Quicker than a nigga that done told something
Seen you in the club beat you
Down like you owe something
Know, something wrong pistol player
Call you gun show real niggas mayne
Never speak what we don't know
(Mayne I got that kush kush)
You ain't got nothin'
(Mercedes Benz I push push)
Mayne quit'cha frontin'
(Made a fifty thousand dollar stang)
Nigga you's a liar
(Fool I'm out here selling keys)
You needs to retire
You's a babbage weed seller and
A watered down Henn' drinker
I heard you snitched out ya crew
You's a ship sinker
Them hollow points in the
Gun gonna deal wit'cha
I'll wipe the smile off ya
Face when the steel hit'cha
2 dollar niggas claim they
Chargin' and playin' whores
But they is out here
Flaugin' and payin' whores
Nigga you trippin' datin'
And meetin' whores? Claimin' you pimpin'
Savin' and eatin' whores?
One day you wearin' red
And then it's blue the next
2 dollar niggas be the
Main ones flipping sets
You say you gripping techs
Regulating wit' the torch
Was 25 and you decided to jump off the porch?
If he get caught, mouth run hot
Like broke radiator
Tell about the spots, and the plots
And the perpetrators
You treat the cops, like ya pops
Cause ya runnin' to 'em
I'm non-stop, wit' that Glock
Put that gun into him
These older niggas put these youngsters
On a bloody stage
That's why these young niggas get killed
At an early age sent on a dummy mission from
A dummy in a cage
2 dollar leadership'll put you
In a early grave
For these two dollar niggas
Put two dollars in the air
For these two dollar niggas
Put two dollars in the air
For these two dollar niggas
Put two dollars in the air
For these two dollar niggas
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
Project Pat, from the street nigga
I'm bringing this heat nigga
Never do I back down
Don't accept defeat nigga
Calicos, bullet holes
Gun shells left on site
Niggas killed over hoes or
Over left and right hats cocked, guns pop
Quick to have a trigger fit on a punk trick
Knowing good and well he counterfeit
All you do is talk, out'cha mouth
You don't never do
Nothing' that you say, out'cha cap
It ain't never true bury you
Quicker than a nigga that done told something
Seen you in the club beat you
Down like you owe something
Know, something wrong pistol player
Call you gun show real niggas mayne
Never speak what we don't know
(Mayne I got that kush kush)
You ain't got nothin'
(Mercedes Benz I push push)
Mayne quit'cha frontin'
(Made a fifty thousand dollar stang)
Nigga you's a liar
(Fool I'm out here selling keys)
You needs to retire
You's a babbage weed seller and
A watered down Henn' drinker
I heard you snitched out ya crew
You's a ship sinker
Them hollow points in the
Gun gonna deal wit'cha
I'll wipe the smile off ya
Face when the steel hit'cha
2 dollar niggas claim they
Chargin' and playin' whores
But they is out here
Flaugin' and payin' whores
Nigga you trippin' datin'
And meetin' whores? Claimin' you pimpin'
Savin' and eatin' whores?
One day you wearin' red
And then it's blue the next
2 dollar niggas be the
Main ones flipping sets
You say you gripping techs
Regulating wit' the torch
Was 25 and you decided to jump off the porch?
If he get caught, mouth run hot
Like broke radiator
Tell about the spots, and the plots
And the perpetrators
You treat the cops, like ya pops
Cause ya runnin' to 'em
I'm non-stop, wit' that Glock
Put that gun into him
These older niggas put these youngsters
On a bloody stage
That's why these young niggas get killed
At an early age sent on a dummy mission from
A dummy in a cage
2 dollar leadership'll put you
In a early grave