[Intro: Caller & Project Pat]
Hello, hello?
Man, Pat, what's up, man?
What's up, n***a
Man, these n***as done came up in the motherfuckin' crib and got me for my shit, dog
Yeah, man, uhhh
What if I told you, I was that n***a
Man, quit playin' though, for real though, man
No, you ain't hearin' me dog
I got your motherfuckin' shit, n***a
What the fuck you gon' do about it?
Fuck you, n***a, I'll see you, boy

[Verse 1: Crunchy Black]
See, I could hit-a hit-a, stick-a stick-a, get a n***a fast
I'm kickin' in some doors, I'm puttin' a n***a on his ass
And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag
A body-fuckin'-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask
I stick-a, stick-and move, I body-body bruise
I break the fuckin' law and I ain't playin' with you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool
I lock and fuckin' load and let that motherfucker loose (Blaow)

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
I know this n***a, who got punked out after every class
He was a bitch in school and now, he tote a gun and badge
Put on a uniform and now he think, he super bad
Man, fuck your vest, you still get laid to rest, under the grass
I do not give a fuck because you are a officer
I put you in your coffin, sir, you fuckin' with a slaughterer
Some police don't serve protective
They bangin' pussy in projects
Some n***as pay him off, to sell they dope around his set
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Since you's a on n***a, on n***a, fuck with your boy
Knowin' good and well, I grew up with your boy
You's a on n***a, on n***a, don't try to flauge
You gonna make a n***a like me catch a charge
You's a on n***a, on n***a, fuck with your boy
Knowin' good and well, I grew up with your boy
You's a on n***a, on n***a, don't try to flauge
You gonna make a n***a like me catch a charge

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Breakin laws, Glock in draws, whip it out and take a taste
You can smell my fuckin' nuts, while this tone is in your face
Shove the barrel down your throat
Inhale bullets like some smoke
I'ma leave you bitches dead, cut a sunroof in your head
You get stomped in your mug, when I shoot, then I peel out
Right before that happen, I'ma tear your fuckin' grill out
Beat you bitches down, 'til you covered in your own blood
Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no fuckin' love
And one of y'all n***as wanna get some, I got some
Blow they fuckin' ass off, double barrel shotgun
Don't be comin' my way, bodys stank like moth-balls
Swing a iron bat to your head like a golf ball
Ride up on your ass, then I let the luger sweep
I'm the judge and the jury, when I see you in the street
It's the Project n***a roll, ready man, to kill a ho
Put the thang to you head, squeeze the trigger, let it blow
[Chorus: Project Pat]
On n***a, on n***a, fuck with your boy
Knowin' good and well, I grew up with your boy
You's a on n***a, on n***a, don't try to flauge
You gonna make a n***a like me catch a charge