Project Pat - Ranky Dank/WHatevar heo lyrics

Yeah, you muthafuckin' hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin'
Dead Hypnotize Camp
And Profit Posse in this muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques on the wall

Before you talk some old muthafuckin' shit
Bitch, it's whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka
For the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, mafia, mafi ya, ya
Mafia, mafia, mafi ya, ya)

Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got these cowards
On the run bitch kill 'em like they convicts
Know they hear them guns click
Doped up like a muthafucka
(Cough, cough, snort)
You could catch me in the same hood
On the fuckin' same block
With a pearl Rolex watch and a knot
And a Glock
9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang
'cuz I be hustlin' weight
And we gon' put a end to
You hoes and you niggas hatin'

I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla
Cheese out here I can make
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch
Fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie
Killin' everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggas don't want Lord Infamous
From South Parkway to get ill

Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb
With the guns you bitches
Y'all best get steel
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all listen closely
Don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, y'all never be shit
With out us bitch, don't forget

Killin' ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Niggas ain't shit, bodies in a ditch
How any niggas gonna talk dat shit
About da Cruchy fuckin' Black
Thug Posse ya bitch

Niggas gon' talk, bitches gon' start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I want is cash muthafuckaz have
Get down on your knees, gimme all your cash
Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself
Just watch your back
'Cause still we chillin' with Pat
Straped with them gats
Be ready to attack, all you hatin' ass niggas
That wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real
With your muthatfuckin' shit
'Cause boy, it's gonna get rough

Situation's gone bad for you
Niggas claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin'
Drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure
I was gon' let you talk that shit
And peep these streets sayin'
"That ScanMan boy's a bitch"
Know watch them throw lights out in my head

Killin', buckin', buckin' up in gunfire
Bullets rickin' off the walls
Nigga this is warfare
Suckaz claimin' they got nuts
You don't know these elephants
Specialize in takin' notes
Specialize in nappy hoes

Niggas this is serious
I can't play no games no more
Niggas actin' curious but I think
They know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show
What click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real
Or maintain' in this game

Alot of niggas talk that shit and
End up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga
Known for smackin', jackin', cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga
Run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on
Come a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute
Don't you give a fuck about another nigga
If he's speakin' use your counter attack

Rollin' like a nigga smack a
Nigga like a nigga
Smack a bitch, you crump, you ain't no busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart
There's no place colder
Won't you come a little closer nigga
You won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries civil, homies swithin'
Actin' fickle
But if you fuck with family ties
We leave you triple

That nigga there know his gun a missle
Lord don't flash on him
Only man ain't chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the
Name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D
And get punished for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over
'til your heat pops away from the gravity
Stand and point your a tech and see him drop

Yeah, I know, I know, down
Down, baby goin' down, down
Sweet dreams baby, rock-a-bye, baby
Niggas wanna run up, we be flexin' the Tech
And be pointed at ya we comin'
And I bitch, I bet ya, i bet ya

You wanna hit 'em but nigga
You an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry and sorry
Ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me
Niggas got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck
You up more than me

It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever
Whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever
Whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever
Whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever
Whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever
Whatever ho

It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever
Whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever
Whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever
Whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever
Whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever

A lot of gunfire
Bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let
The muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack
Now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation and
We smokin' on marijuana

If you wanna go to war with us
We prepared to bust
Caught that niggas slippin' at his place
Shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery
Blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you
Tricks wanna be mean to me

It's the weak, told to
Tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em
How he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep
Hittin' like a train kiss the floor
Don't be lookin' dumb 'cause I don't explain

I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks
Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane
They be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violaters, bullshiters
This for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want none