Project Pat, Frayser Boy - Mouth Write a Check lyrics

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 IV'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
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
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

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
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
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

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