Lyrics Project Pat

Project Pat

See You Fall

See You Fall"

I just wanna talk to y'all for a second, man

Some knowledge man, some real shit. See, you can

Do what you do, man, and have fun with it, but you

Gotta watch who the fuck you doin' it with. 'Cause

Niggaz always tryin' to throw a banana peel in front

Of you. Nigga wanna see you fall, they don't wanna

See you ball. For real

I'm a ball 'til I fuckin' crawl

But dot my I's, cross my Ts and dodge the law

A bitch nigga will do anything to see you fall

A bitch nigga will do anything to see you fall

We got pistols in the car, and the dope in our system

Nigga sittin' on them bricks, slippin' could come up missin'

'Cause you cowards hate to see the real come up off the drugs

Hate to turn us on to plugs, nigga come up off the druggs

I ain't sayin' it no more, 'cause these triggas'll get swoll

Another clip on the gun, you'll receive an extra hole

The truth to be told, you was wanted from the get-go

A watered down nigga, like the gas at a Citgo

Project hittin' licks though, takin' from rich po

Suckas wishin' that I fall, naw I ain't gone let go

Niggas see me in the streets prayin' I get popped

Now fuck a crooked cop, and I'm risin' I can't stop

Mayn I knew this nigga that a nigga used to mess with

He done went and snitched to this broad I used to mess with

Told her all my business, how a nigga will break the law

Nigga what you whistle when this forty five take your jaw

Sold drugs on the corner wit' cha tryin' to get rich

Thought you was a big playa, naw you was a big snitch

Switchin' up your story boy you're hotter than a burnt chicken

Caught you with a brick, Feds threatened and you turned chicken

Yeah, you suckas hatin' me, 'cause I'm outshinin' ya

Hustle 'til the dough gone, me I'm out grindin' ya

Hypnotize minds and the jewelry straight blindin' ya

Niggaz bring and wanna get, mayne we ain't signin' ya

You know we do dat my nigga. You cut your own throat. It's over with

Ain't no gettin' fresh. You niggaz see these Benzes out here. You niggaz see

These BMWs out here. You niggaz see these Hummers on 30s out here

Nigga we rep the Dirty South, nigga. North Memphis

South Memphis, the gutter boy. Real niggaz who don't run their caps when the

Going get tough nigga. Real niggaz don't snitch on their dogs. Niggaz out here

Tellin'. Mayne you niggaz ain't real. Nigga kill yourself, I don't care how many

Bodies you got under your belt, nigga. When them Feds caught up with you

You told 'em. Nigga you's a punk. Understand me, nigga, ain't no rank in the

Hood no mo. You don't exist. You might as well grew up with a, with a penis

In your mouth and in your booty nigga. Nigga you's a snitch nigga! Kill yourself!

Real talk, swallow some cyanide punk! You ain't the truth no mo! Your rep don't stand

Over here nigga. I'm a tell you somethin'. When you get out, we'll be waitin'

On ya. With those hollow slugs and those hi-glow shots. That's how we roll

BOY! You know the business!