Project Pat - 90 Days lyrics

Guard in background:
(Doors! Nigga watch your head! Doors)

Project pat: Mane these folks got me down
Here on some bullSHIT A-GAIN! Mane, i can't
Believe this shit
Mane! Mane look- mane- Gansta!
Gangsta! So what they talkin' 'bout
What they talk- what they talkin' 'bout
Giving me? what they talkin' 'bout?

Gangsta Fred: Mane I'm finna run
With this 90 daaayys!

Project pat: That 90 days? Aww
That straight! Thats straight
They gon' cut that shit in half at the
Penna farm! Man I'm bout to gon' sign
For this 90 days! Im finna sign for this
Shit mane cause this shit over with!
(90 days, out)
Mane go out here get on swole!
(Sell some of them cigarettes)
(Mane 90 days mane with them
Cigarettes mane we gon)

It was a hot summers night
I was kickin it with gangsta
Fred out at hide park rollin' chasin' paper
Know we keep tha best of green
So you know i'm Smokin'
Lotta niggas out here clean so
You know i'm scopin'

I ain't wit that scuffin' shit
Or wit being broken
Waitin' for a sucka' to slip
Yeah that's what I was hopin'
Spotted me a nigga, candy paint
A hundred spokin' sippin' on his liquor
Wit that blowface on that cokin'

Bullets they will burn
Just like lava that is molten
You victims will learn to
Resist'll get ya croakin'
Always kept a thang and bandana never knowin'
When i have ta git my mane
Pull em out and poke em

All up in ya gril, l ya drops it off
Cuz I have spoken i know that you're sick
But lets not git ya momma mopin'
Snatched him out tha car, hit tha gas
Dawg it's hissin' he done came on down
But out his head a patch was missin'

90 days at tha Penna farm (That ain't shit)
3 bags and a firearm (That ain't shit)
Bogus tags and a bench warrant
(That ain't shit)
Police all at my mommas home
(That ain't shit)

Left tha car on bricks
Behind Cypress Garden projects
East Memphis where we make the stang
And that's to far bet
Nigga hit up Fred for some rims
He said "whatcha like?"
Sold em to our nigga Bigga
Mayne out at Mitchell Heights

Made tha quicky change then we
Went and bought a pound-pound
Straight ta gangsta's house with no remorse
We broke it down down
20 dollar bags all in north
Memphis servin' em up
Ridin' wit these bogus tags, mane
We ain't givin a fuck

Map core, on Chelsea Ave
Seen tha sucka that we got
We done sold a bag to his
Patna' now he lookin hot
Raisin up a pistol dawg
And nigga started blastin
I returned tha favor you know
Me no questions askin

Donuts in tha lot tha niggas pulled
Off we got blocked in
I hopped out tha car seen tha
Police and threw the Glock in-
To the Garbage can, they didn't see me but
They caught a nigga, Wit them three bags
Gangsta fred wit his steel trigga