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Get now[Project Pat] A .44 bullet shell
Triggers pulled by some young
He used to fuck with them
They found my nigga dead,
I saw that shit on the news just the other day
I ain't for singing no blues,
they be hanging at the Shake Junt
coming out and commence to pump
Been led, leave 'em dead on
Throw them out in a steamer,
I made a block then I switched
I'm still in shock 'cause
I executed me some punks that deserved it
They had a warrant for they death,
I gave them tricks a little
man'll never try that shit again
Most of y'all want to see some
Bodies fall, niggas dying young
Laid to rest, must've been your time
Had a vest, but you should've had your
In the streets, niggas die, they got fried,
Tested game of the man who's
Suicide, would be better for you fools,
But I'll be damned if I don't,
Help you out like the "duck,
And I'm willing to proceed with a killing,
Stick a gauge up your anus,
do a crime, make you heinous
Aim this anger to my chamber,
let a slug through that toe,
'cause I'm on a bloody stalk,
putting suckers in the chalk
Walk the walk, get your game, guns click,
so you know whatever's clever, nigga,
Trigger- happy, nappy- headed,
set it; I shall peel some,
Project pop one of you niggas
Fuck with me and mine and I swear it's a murder,
Yeah, I see you niggas mean-
watch 'em scatter like roaches
Most of y'all want to see some
Bodies fall, niggas dying
your time for you to clock out
Had a vest, but you should've had your fucking