Murderer x 13
Robber Pschopathic, schizophrenic
[Chorus] x8
Murderer, robber
Psychopathic, schizophrenic
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Will I k** for my meal
Will I live, will I die
God forgive me of my sin
Didn't fully see from Gin
High as hell
Lookin' for a way to take me from this pressure
Poverty and pain got a young n***a insane
On the street of the city
Look them k**as and them thugs
Those who never show no pity
Come up short, feel them slugs
Of a tone in the back of your motherf**in' head
Either get with the program
Or yo family is damned straight to d**h
Fifteen, seen a n***a meet his maker
Shot him through his heart
k**ed him like the Terminator
Take da deadly situations that I'm livin' in
Animosity, no friend
Assed out, trying to get in
In the pen n***as sittin', wait on other n***as lives
Anger in my heart is struck
When I hit them bricks you f**
So is a rocks is in your face it ain't no questions asked
You gon' drop that off your a**
When I squeeze the trigger blast
Chorus x8
[Verse 2: Scan Man]
It ain't same silly somethin'
That wants to get with this pimp sh**
He me who they scammin'
Say the dump n***a in a ditch
And then she gave me quick
I want to be down with the Prophet click
We blight the mess
Then you have to prove to me your loyalness
So he grabbed his gun
And he headed for the door
With a grin on his face
And I looked it up a criminal
Dickeyed all up
And it's sold for the darkerness
Thinkin' of what were sayin'
So he sped up the process
But knowin' what would happen if a bullet hit his gut
But the kids not feelins'
Hard made don't really did you run from then dead
He's aways around him
And thinkin' will god forgive him
So now he's bound to confusion
And please my peeps I'm losin' it
I'm feelin' it
Temptation like k**as might take it all over my soul
Cause he don't scare me though
I'm thinkin' of murder or robbery of course
Now were force
A force tuned to kick it
They don't have no remorse
And then you will become a
Chorus x8
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
It's your own n***a Project Pat
I'm a G as in gorilla
All my life I want to come clean
Why you flossin' all my dreams
To be rich
Rich gone get my first a bullet
Or that jail house
Since I ain't got sh** to hose
Robbin you's is what I choose
Who seven to one to face taht gun
Like russian roullet
A hard time never did get better
Smart crab no bloody sweater
Better watch your back
Slangin' that crack
If you ever tell a
Make a whip drop on your dome
Better yet yo get it on
Take a fall up in these streets
Make a lick back on my feet
Young n***a lookin up to buzz
Money hungry n***a where them d**
Where da dope?
b**h give me that cheese
Gin in hand mama all thse
Hair trigger
I'm about to squeeze
Come on down
Trick off them keyes
Please bein' ain't in my heart
Gangsta city mane don't you start
Actin' like you don't know the rule
Damn fools wear bepper shoes
In the river, take a swim
You can end up one of them
On the T-V or front page
Decomposed, been dead for days
[Chorus...till fade]