528‒CASH chords by Project Pat
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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(Project Pat) As I sit
in my cell, might as well be in hell
Left a dead, two on one,
fourth floor where I dwell
Couldn't tell, thought you was a man,
but you was a bitch
A nigga that I'd die for
really was a snitch
Let me switch back to the scene,
scene of the crime
Where I left all my hopes and
dreams; caught me with a .9
Duffel bag full of plenty cash,
empty out safe
Hit the mask, but a nosey fag
fucked up my escape
I could take any charge 'cause
his death for this under
"Do you plead guilty on this case?" No,
your honor
Wonder, how not guilty turned to guilty
Could it be that my homeboy turned
stale on me?
I can see you and the victim
sittin' like a hoe
On the prosecutor's side,
shove a .9 down her throat
Of a coward punk bitch,
your body in a ditch
Could've sold my own soldier
to see the nine clique
Click, then your carcass
fall like the gavel fell
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Nine years what they gave me,
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then took me to jail
Did I tell? Nigga, hell nah,
Project ain't a hoe
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We can blast with them thangs
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or we go toe to toe
Bullets blow niggas' brains
out into outer space
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Killas bust on you lames then
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leave without a trace
Just incase you was wondering
did I let him live
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He's at home with his wife but he
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better watch his kids
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Verse 2
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Snitches,
bitches, snitches, bitches... (x16)
Verse 3
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Bitch, you can't call the police
Outro 1
Tell 'em watch your back. (x4)
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528‒CASH
Project Pat
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