Don't Turn Around - C-Wiz, Project Pat

I only fuck with those who only fuck with me A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps

I keep’s me a nine millimeter just in case

A coward’s in my face

These bullets he gone taste

A waste of your life, stepping wrong, I’m on trees

Best to leave me alone, best to go make some cheese

N-O-Mes come in all shapes, forms, sizes, colors

Could be your best friend, cousin, or brothers

I’ll rob them all, just to see who got the fatty stack

Walked in the bank, put the loot in the cul-de-sac

Slapped on the guard four times for he passed out

Eyes on the blow and my pockets was assed out

Had on a trench coat, wig and some goggles

If’n you resist, you may not see tomorrow

I’m in there, I done dared the police couldn’t get me But I made a slip up;

had a trick with me Don’t turn around (Give me the fucking cheese trick)

Don’t make a sound (Show me where the keys at)

Lay it on the ground (knowing that your pockets fat)

Fore’I buck you down (and I’m quick’s to do that)

Nigga starting bragging in his hood about the robbery

Wasn’t long then 'fore somebody dropped a dime on me

I’ma be the one they can’t get to, they picked the boy up Run his mouth just like a fool, he gone get me fucked up But I’ma have to get to him before the police do-a

Caught up with him night and day, locked him and his crew up Sprang down Chelsea Ave. kind of in the evening

For this motherfucker’s death, dawg I was fiendin

He was looking at me strange, like I’ma catcher

I done hopped out with the thang, let me holler at’cha

Fool, where you been dog?

(My momma got sick, man)

Fuck that got to do wit’chu?

(Hold up I ain’t your bitch, man)

I heard you been talking, your muthafucking lips loose (Nah, it ain’t like

that dawg.

I ain’t no damn fool)

Looking in his eyes, I could see that he was so scared

I squeezed on the trigger with the gun to his forehead

Blew the top out his skull, now they want me dead

All the niggaz in his hood, police, and the feds

Stepped out of Westwood, way out of the side

On the other side of town, somewhere I can hide

I done threw my life away, hunted by them by pigs

Robbing every other day, drops in off my nigs

They done found my whereabouts, bouts’to do me in

Kicking in the front door, and I was in the den

SK was under the couch, snatched it off the wham

Open fire on them hoes, I didn’t give a damn

Blood stream was full of dope, pump off coca leaf

Feds had me under a scope, and an infra-beam

Rifle bullet threw my throat, choking, hit the floor

Gunpowder in my mouth, knocking heaven’s door

Street life done took me out, and that shit ain’t fake

I done fucked myself off, cause a bammer’s fate