Chetta
John Connor
[Intro: Project Pat]
Shot him- Shot him- Shot him- Shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him- Shot him- Shot him- Shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-

[Verse 1]
Poppin', whylin’ for a minute, sipping for some hours
Smoke right through the week, my joint tastes this hour
Take that real [?], two lines, boom like Metro
Solo cups stuffed, this that Hi-Tech flow
Tip-toe with a bad bitch, I keep ducking off a traffic
My mind stay irrelevant, increase crime rates when I'm in the shit
They say innocent until proven guilty, murder, witnesses in the fuckin' jury
These politics, never personal, with the shotty know I’m searchin' collard

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
Shot him through his heart, killed him like the Terminator, shot him-
[Verse 2]

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