Project Pat - Pistol And A Scale lyrics

A pistol and a scale, some boy and some bells
A pistol and a scale, a mask and a sawnoff
A pistol and a scale, ounces of the scale
A pistol and a scale
Make you bitch niggas drop it off
A pistol and a scale a mask and a sawnoff
A pistol and a scale a mask and a sawnoff

I knew this cat
Told his business to my dogs sister
He drive a benz truck
Chrome rims with the wolfies
Had a house on the south side, black haven
Full of bricks of heroin
He got my dogs thinking
I told him get the information
Find out where he play
Had one of them gals suck his dick
And find out where he stay
I got the information then we
Put the plot in motion
Money and cut throat bitches
Is the daily potion
Then he drank it and rocked to sleep
On the street
Ain't no nappers, walking lick
Man buzzing in the hood like a rapper
Nigga crazier than the bitch
Must be high on the shit
Cuz if my pockets get low
I'ma try me a bitch


We staked his house out for days
Pulled up in the driveway
Pulled up right behind his ass
With the pumps and AK's
Bust the window out the driver seat
Snatched him out
And shot a 357 barrel in his mouth
Now will the money take us to the safe or
Bitch I swear to god
I'ma blow yo brains out hard tied him up
My nigga threw him in the trunk
With a bit of plastic
Took us to the spot that we knew about
2 niggas came out one was waving a 9
My nigga shot and took him out
Nigga started streaming out please
Don't kill me mane
Slapped him with the pistol across his
Head until we see brains
Uzi left the scene, 28 pounds of
Guns, 7 bricks of that boy, it was all good
Then we took that shit right back to the hood
Broke that shit down, and sold it in the hood

This a kick door, lay down on the floor
I want all the cheese and blow
Where the fuck the weed at ho
Heard you niggas spot got everything
Like a corner store
So I guess I'm running in that
Bitch like a corner store
Give it up, big boy straps in deck
This 40 got a nigga in check
Gun to your neck, gon' chop to that
He a fucking op choppa barrel
Spitting fire like a dragon 50 shots
Ain't lagging
Turn your mothafucking dress into
A bloody mop where I'm from
You a pussy if ya out here fronting
A Memphis nigga selling drugs
Mane that'll take ya something
Stuff for nothing
Ain't no losses taking 40 fry
Ya like some bacon
Niggas b boy shitting, nigga
Real niggas never fakin'