Project Pat - n***as Bleed Like I Bleed lyrics

(Intro) This yo course n***as Say none of that s**a duck a** sh** n***a it’s that real street music Project Pat Hear you guys scream, HAM in the streets (Verse) 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 gla** buckle come up And Slick keep his mouth shut Plug weed fore I make the deal Whipin all the shells off, somebody might get k**ed In the field that I’m in, this the streets, we don’t play fair Kidnap more for SR, call it barnfare sponsored links Take the stairs in the back of motel 6 He in 1-3-11, boss set him up wait Real k**a, bet he thought was coke deala But he dead wrong, Pull them burners out that suitcase, we’re them Ricks Jones (Hook) You n***as bleed like I bleed Picture me being scared Of a n***a who breathe the same air as me You n***as bleed like I bleed Picture me being shook, When you n***as I really whacks and n***a I’m a crook You n***as bleed like I bleed Picture my kids crying, Stomach touching they backs For the bread somebody’s dying You n***as bleed like I bleed And if it’s real beef, You can cut all that talkin now, Let’s meet up in the streets (Verse) 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 (Hook) You n***as bleed like I bleed Picture me being scared Of a n***a who breathe the same air as me You n***as bleed like I bleed Picture me being shook, When you n***as I really whacks and n***a I’m a crook You n***as bleed like I bleed Picture my kids crying, Stomach touching they backs For the bread somebody’s dying You n***as bleed like I bleed And if it’s real beef, You can cut all that talkin now, Let’s meet up in the streets