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528-cash lyrics – project pat

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as i sit in my cell, might as well be in h-ll
left a dead, two on one, fourth floor where i dwell
couldn’t tell, thought you was a man but you was a b-tch
a n-gg- 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 nosy f-g f-cked 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 b-tch, your body in a ditch
could’ve sold my own soldier to see the nine clique

click, then your carc-ss fall like the gavel fell
nine years what they gave me, then took me to jail
did i tell? n-gg-, h-ll nah, project ain’t a hoe
we can blast with them thangs or we go toe to toe

bullets blow n-gg-s’ brains out into outer sp-ce
killas bust on you lames then leave without a trace
just in case you was wondering did i let him live
he’s at home with his wife but he better watch his kids

snitches, b-tches, snitches, b-tches
snitches, b-tches, snitches, b-tches
snitches, b-tches, snitches, b-tches
snitches, b-tches, snitches, b-tches

snitches, b-tches, snitches, b-tches
snitches, b-tches, snitches, b-tches
snitches, b-tches, snitches, b-tches
snitches, b-tches, snitches, b-tches

snitches, b-tches, snitches, b-tches
snitches, b-tches, snitches, b-tches
snitches, b-tches, snitches, b-tches

/ project pat lyrics