m in there, outta there Tha police couldn't get me But I made a slip up Hadda trick wit me [Chorse x2:] Don't turn around Gimme tha fuckin' cheese trick Don't
?m in there, outta there, the police couldn't get me But I made a slip up, had a trick wit me Don?t turn around (Give me the fucking cheese, trick) Don?t
Traduzione: Project Pat. Don't Turn Around.
Cause A Nigga Used To Blow If Pockets Low I'll Let Ya Know (Don't Turn Around) A Hair Trigger That'll Bust (Don't Make A Sound) I'mma Tell Ya What
t gone talk at all he gon blast Fuckin wit this click you bitch you won't last Much love to my nigga Pat and thats real Lil Wyte reppin Bay with me don't
vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist Settin up shop, it's hands on in the hustle Fakes don't kill nuttin but time and don't tussle The process of
[NAS] (Intro) Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin projects Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here Niggaz just don't understand the
] Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed Winter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab Fiends lurkin, D's searchin, pat pockets
shack Making sure that shit is fat Then I hit lil skinny pat Told em that,that shit was fat Then my nigga project said [project pat:] (when we go get
Man, Project Pat in the house This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot Better watch
kool-aid Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate Niggaz ain't gonna snitch on me dawg, i didn't hesitate Caught him, at the projects one
the clerk, at the cor-ner store A mask on my face, for cam-ras to see A glock to his dome, bitch don't play with me Ya don't know the code, his eyes
blow I go insane if'n I don't get 'dro Dog I ain't payin for no bab a hell no I'm low on ends so I turn into leech I might go smoke all yo shit then
broke yea thats what they praying for [Chorus (2x):] You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp) I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't
you fakin a deal, it don't cost nothin to be real All you gotta do is keep that shit real Don't be runnin round here hollarin you got deals Don't be runnin
on. You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!! [Koopsta Knicca] get down shut the fuck up bitches don't make a sound body found on the ground don't
, Mr. Fishscale I don't fuck around, with snitches who tell Put holes in your brain, leave bodies to smell A mack here gettin paid, ain't got time for
won't A lot of dudes saying that they can but they don't A lot of boys saying that they G's and they ain't Mess around, get layed down in the paint Better
