Project Pat - Don't Turn Around lyrics

[Verse 1] I only f** with those who only f** with me A s**er play for games, a man play for keeps I keep's me a nine millimeter just in case A coward's in my face These bullets he gone taste A waste of your life, stepping wrong, I'm on trees Best to leave me alone, best to go make some cheese N-O-Mes come in all shapes, forms, sizes, colors Could be your best friend, cousin, or brothers I'll rob them all, just to see who got the fattest stack Walked in the bank, put the loot in the cul-de-sac Slapped on the guard four times for he pa**ed out Eyes on the blow and my pockets was a**ed out Had on a trench coat, wig and some goggles If'n you resist, you may not see tomorrow I'm in there, outta there, the police couldn't get me But I made a slip up; had a trick with me [Hook: repeat 2X] Don't turn around (Give me the f**ing cheese trick) Don't make a sound (Show me where the keys at) Lay it on the ground (knowing that your pockets fat) Fore' I buck you down (and I'm quick's to do that) [Verse 2] n***a starting bragging in his hood about the robbery Wasn't long then 'fore somebody dropped a dime on me I'mma be the one they can't get to, they picked the boy up Run his mouth just like a fool, he gone get me f**ed up But I'mma have to get to him before the police do-a Caught up with him night and day, locked him and his crew up Sprang down Chelsea Ave. kind of in the evening For this motherf**er's d**h, dawg I was fiendin He was looking at me strange, like I'mma catcher I done hopped out with the thang, let me holler at'cha Fool, where you been dog? (My momma got sick, man) f** that got to do wit'chu? (Hold up I ain't your b**h, man) I heard you been talking, your muthaf**ing lips loose (Nah, it ain't like That dawg. I ain't no damn fool) Looking in his eyes, I could see that he was so scared I squeezed on the trigger with the gun to his forehead [Hook] [Verse 3] Blew the top out his skull, now they want me dead All the n***as in his hood, police, and the feds Stepped out of Westwood, way out of the side On the other side of town, somewhere I can hide I done threw my life away, hunted by them by pigs Robbing every other day, drops in off my nigs They done found my whereabouts, bouts' to do me in Kicking in the front door, and I was in the den SK was under the couch, snatched it off the wham Open fire on them hoes, I didn't give a damn Blood stream was full of dope, pump off c**a leaf Feds had me under a scope, and an infra-beam Rifle bullet threw my throat, choking, hit the floor Gunpowder in my mouth, knocking heaven's door Street life done took me out, and that sh** ain't fake I done f**ed myself off, cause a bammer's fate