This is Personal - Project Pat, Gangsta Boo

1 — Walked up to your house

Knocked on your door and blast

Kickin' down your fuckin' shit

Then snatchin' up the mass

This is personal bitch

So we gon' leave the cash

«What you niggas want with me?»

To torture your ass

The blazin' sun refers to us as the sun is blindin' me

Besides infrared wine, Hypnotize Minds right behind

Packin' plenty heat for you niggas wit some beef

Beef is what I?

to be

Keep your mom up off the streets

Never said you were my friend

Fuck this rap, I’ll get revenge

Stick a knife up in your stomach

Pull it out and stick it in again

Ghetto kings and queens if you wit me, let me know

Pull up off your fuckin' blunt, hit another line of blow

Badder than a school of kids, they just want to fuckin' see

Clicked up with the triple 6, you don’t know who you’re fuckin' wit

Not to play for cheap

Got you?

to JB

And some gas wit your ???

live as you could be

Talkin' shit about Miss Lady cuz you think that you the shit

Beat you with a fuckin' bat, dump your body in a ditch

Guess you know who you are, keep a watch out on your car

If you open up a door or bump, I’ll blow your ass to Mars

Nicky nack, patty wack, slap a chick in the back

With the yak,?

paper red, just another Black dead

Was it dope?

Nah

Love?

Was they weak and soft?

Honey says weed got a nigga sayin' fuck a job

Kill and rob

Gettin' up on some dope

The mentality of the Black male

If he dies, that’s a casuality

It gon' be even worser times in the time to come

Bigger blunts to blaze, so you best pack a bigger gun

Give me some, give me some, drop it off you selfish bitch

Motto of a killer when he’s out here tryin' to take your shit

Project spit nothin' but the real, so my niggas kill

Where I’m comin' from, south side out the ghetto slums

With them guns always stayin' cocked

Where them killers hang

Playas slangin' rocks

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where your niggas bang

When you sing like canaries do

Then you feel my niner slugs comin' right through your door

If you can dig