Lyrics Project Pat

Project Pat

Niggas Bleed Like I Bleed

This yo course niggas

Say none of that sucka duck ass shit

Nigga it's that real street music

Project Pat

Hear you guys scream, HAM in the streets

I knew this dude named Ricky, real slicky, only tryina get

Over on his plug for some bricks

I just keep my hands dirty in the middle

Make a quick glass buckle come up

And Slick keep his mouth shut

Plug weed fore I make the deal

Whipin all the shells off, somebody might get killed

In the field that I'm in, this the streets, we don't play fair

Kidnap more for SR, call it barnfare

Take the stairs in the back of motel 6

He in 1-3-11, boss set him up wait

Real killa, bet he thought was coke deala

But he dead wrong,

Pull them burners out that suitcase, we're them Ricks Jones

You niggas bleed like I bleed

Picture me being scared

Of a nigga who breathe the same air as me

You niggas bleed like I bleed

Picture me being shook,

When you niggas I really whacks and nigga I'm a crook

You niggas bleed like I bleed

Picture my kids crying,

Stomach touching they backs

For the bread somebody's dying

You niggas bleed like I bleed

And if it's real beef,

You can cut all that talkin now,

Let's meet up in the streets

He pulled a burner, had to burn him, that'll learn him

Bullets hit him in his shoulder and his chest through his sternum

It was curtains for a nigga

If I'm go, that's a 100 years

My life in the judge's hands or I'm judged by my peers

Oh no, chucka ball 'cause she can't identify, blew my hyne

When I saw how high brains really fly

From the force of the magnum,

Had to wrap them bodies up in garbage bags

Then I had to drag them

Bricks in the duffle bag worth over 80 grand

Called my nigga Rick and told him I ain't even show it man

Man I couldn't even do it man

You know what I'm sayin?

Aye man you know some will get us up messed

Too hot out here and I'm on parole

Just keep me bashin and get this message homey

You niggas bleed like I bleed

Picture me being scared

Of a nigga who breathe the same air as me

You niggas bleed like I bleed

Picture me being shook,

When you niggas I really whacks and nigga I'm a crook

You niggas bleed like I bleed

Picture my kids crying,

Stomach touching they backs

For the bread somebody's dying

You niggas bleed like I bleed

And if it's real beef,

You can cut all that talkin now,

Let's meet up in the streets