Project Pat - Weak lyrics
[Project Pat - Weak lyrics]
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
I grab my swatter I swat this bug
He laid to rest fuckin' wit T-R-IP-L, E-S-IX
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end
I like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived
But they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from
I said a school of hoe-in'
'Cause in yo face
Off in the streets aint nothin'
But hoe is showin' too fuckin' light
Too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives
Shoot you with - nines and take yo life
Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin'
Scared 'cause we don't play around
Never wanna step 'cause Three 6 Mafia
Put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all
Know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that
Hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then I'm
Gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up
Shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya
Chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin'
Just might get ya killed
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga
I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin'
So I split ya head to the meet-ie
Give to the needy so fuck the rest
No understandin', Projects the greedy
Ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a?
No hesitatin'
I come out buckin' so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness
I know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese
The ones I hate
Could it be me
Could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz
Them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is
Mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas
In my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin'
All these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these
Hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness
God is my witness I don't even care
Cause all you bitches you get
The blaah died hell yeah
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
Deep deep in them trenches of
Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo
Bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you niggas so
You besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you
Can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you
Niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will?off it
Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up
Outta the Six riders
My nigga CB he be back out
Here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors
He lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can
Make him some money mane
And fuckin' wit him is like
Fuckin' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga
It really ain't much nigga
'Cause talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate
I grab my swatter I swat this bug
He laid to rest fuckin' wit T-R-IP-L, E-S-IX
Niggaz be talkin' but in the end
I like fuck 'em up
In the beginnin' they could've survived
But they had no nuts
Bitch where you graduated from
I said a school of hoe-in'
'Cause in yo face
Off in the streets aint nothin'
But hoe is showin' too fuckin' light
Too fuckin' light to try to fight
Stick you with knives
Shoot you with - nines and take yo life
Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin'
Scared 'cause we don't play around
Never wanna step 'cause Three 6 Mafia
Put you in the ground
People say you buck but we all
Know that's just that liquor bro
Niggaz swear you hype but all that
Hyper is from hittin' that snow
If a member call me then I'm
Gonna pack my yawks and roll
Ride down on yo block and close up
Shop and leave yo body cold
Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya
Chain and coward hide yo grill
High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin'
Just might get ya killed
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga
I gotta get ya
Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin'
So I split ya head to the meet-ie
Give to the needy so fuck the rest
No understandin', Projects the greedy
Ya could be next
I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a?
No hesitatin'
I come out buckin' so watch the nine
Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness
I know you straight
I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese
The ones I hate
Could it be me
Could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air
Im seein' niggaz
Them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere
You wanna know if the Lord is
Mackin' or a fuckin' player
I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas
In my fuckin' prayers
Everywhere that I go I'm gettin'
All these evil stares
I'm sick of all of these
Hatin' muthafuckas in my hair
All in my bizness
God is my witness I don't even care
Cause all you bitches you get
The blaah died hell yeah
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
Deep deep in them trenches of
Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin'
Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo
Bitches than London got bridges
Send this to you niggas so
You besta listen well
Touch me and you'll die see you
Can burn wit me in hell
This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you
Niggas that've lost it
Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will?off it
Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch
Witness this wicked bit whipped up
Outta the Six riders
My nigga CB he be back out
Here on these bricks again
He kickin' in doors
He lookin' for him some dividends
He kidnappin' hoes so he can
Make him some money mane
And fuckin' wit him is like
Fuckin' wit somethin' different
Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough
Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust
In gats we trust nigga
It really ain't much nigga
'Cause talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
They don't fuck wit you like
Ya fucked with them
Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb
You got no ends, now you got no friends
Now it's time to get the strap and
Go and do they ass in
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
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