[Chorus: Project Pat]
N***as know I'm straight thug
N***as know I'm gooned up
Ride by your spot, shoot your fucking living room up
N***a must on that lean, cause he got me screwed up
Treat yo ass like a fiend I'ma shoot ya ass up
N***as know I'm straight thug
N***as know I'm gooned up
Ride by spot, shoot your fucking living room up
N***a must on that lean, cause he got me screwed up
Treat yo ass like a fiend I'ma shoot ya ass up

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Throwing gas bombs to your resident, n***as running out
That's when automatic weapons got to popping out
Take you motherfuckers out, praying on a n***a skug
N***as out here with the mean mug, face it get slugged
I got them thugs with machete and them mask out
I call them garbage men, they like to take the trash out
Catch you n***as hanging in the hood on them porches
Choppa like raid spraying off you cockroaches
Terminator shit, exterminating rats
Should have got a music scholarship the way my guns click clack
Blew out his back, for running off then face the man
Left his ass in the chalk, right beside the garbage can
[Chorus: Project Pat]
N***as know I'm straight thug
N***as know I'm gooned up
Ride by your spot, shoot your fucking living room up
N***a must on the that lean, cause he got me screwed up
Treat yo ass like a fiend I'ma shoot ya ass up
N***as know I'm straight thug
N***as know I'm gooned up
Ride by your spot, shoot your fucking living room up
N***a must be on that lean, cause he got me screwed up
Treat yo ass like a fiend I'ma shoot ya ass up

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Dope still getting sold, n***as still getting shot
Coke still in the pot, hood still super hot
All these years a n***a like me done been away
Some of these n***as staying the same position 'til they hair grey
N***as always with the shit, that's some cold law shit
Got a hot 9 quick to blow ya ass off with
When the Ruger in yo face, drop the cash off bitch
Hair the trigger like a rocket get a blast off bitch
Shoot ya knee caps off, blow ya chest out yo back
.44 leave a doughnut hole, through ya ain't no coming back
Put my hands on the chopper, throw my life away
I can pop 30 rounds in this clip, 30 n***as get shot
[Chorus: Project Pat]
N***as know I'm straight thug
N***as know I'm gooned up
Ride by your spot, shoot your fucking living room
N***a must be on that lean, cause he got me screwed up
Treat yo ass like a fiend I'ma shoot ya ass up
N***as know I'm straight thug
N***as know I'm gooned up
Ride down your spot, shoot your fucking living room up
N***a must be on that lean, cause he got me screwed up
Treat yo ass like a fiend I'ma shoot ya ass up

[Verse 3: Bankroll Fresh]
N***a know I'm bout that shooting n***a you probably made it happen
Most of these n***as rapping n***a I started out trapping
N***a you play with me n***a we gon' fuck around and splash him
N***a you play with me n***a we gon' fuck around and blast him
Yeah the casket is out there, and I came a disaster
You gonna meet the fucking pastor, I'm in the hood I'm the rapper
Boy I top out and slap ya, I'm the fuck shit master
It ain't look like I do it I have yo ass bloody napkins
I don't play bought that paper, most of these n***as fakers
Most of these n***as haters, man these hoes got the vapors
Man I'm balling in Vegas, and I just bought the latest
N***a play with me my n***a I'ma pop at your table
[Chorus: Project Pat]
N***as know I'm straight thug
N***as know I'm gooned up
Ride by your spot, shoot your living room up
N***a must be on that lean, cause he got me screwed up
Treat yo ass like a fiend I'ma shoot ya ass up
N***as know I'm straight thug
N***as know I'm gooned up
Ride by your spot, shoot your fucking living room up
N***a must be on that lean, cause he got me screwed up
Treat yo ass like a fiend I'ma shoot ya ass up