Testo Gangsigns - Project Pat
Testo della canzone Gangsigns (Project Pat), tratta dall'album Back 2 Da Hood
I live that street life, I did time in the state
I done wrestled with the feds, had to rob for a plate
Had to murder me a few so I wouldn't take a minus
Break and bury all, putting that behind us
Yeah, this go out to all my Crip and Blood niggas
Tennessee, North Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi
, Galveston Texas
Blood, Crip niggas in Dallas
Y'all know the business
On the Blood, Blood
All my Crip niggas, rolling 90's, neighborhood Crip
Rolling 60's, rolling 20's, rolling 30's
Crip
OKC, Oklahoma City
All them Crip niggas in Oklahoma City
Blood, Crip niggas in
Arkansas, y'all know the business
We got paper over here, over here
Got icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear
We got paper over here, over here
Got icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear
And we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
Yeah we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
And we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
Yeah we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
I live that street life, I did time in the state
I done wrestled with the feds, had to rob for a plate
Had to murder me a few so I wouldn't take a minus
Break and bury all, putting that behind us
Keep the new choppers close, blanket to line us
Charlie Brown Benz, dog, nothing but the finest
Tennessee kingpin, Project Pat
I know you niggas sell dope, but my pockets fatter
A hundred drum on the Thompson, bullets scatter
Slugs enter in your back and come out your bladder
Rat-a-tat-ta, when I'm bussing on a ratta
I'm screaming "off with your head" like the Mad Hatter
We got paper over here, over here
Got icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear
We got paper over here, over here
Got icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear
And we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
Yeah we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
And we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
Yeah we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
We selling drugs in my neighborhood, I wish a nigga would
We got the guns and masks, then bring it to your hood
I snatch you out them butter guts, but I'm not a fool
50 Rounds shoot you up, bullets going through
Any car, ripping through the steel, cutting past leather
Mash down on this trigger like it was a gas pedal
Blast, choppers in use, I'mma let loose
Blood leaking out your stomach mixed with that Grey Goose
Was kinda spooked once them slugs whistle past your head
You heard the kiss of death, on life support you at the med
And we don't bar the police, they can get it with you
You false flag us in these streets, we gon' get up with you
We got paper over here, over here
Got icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear
We got paper over here, over here
Got icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear
And we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
Yeah we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
And we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
Yeah we still throwing (Gang signs, gang signs)
Yeah, it's your boy Project Pat
Y'all know what's going down
On the hottest mixtape, nigga, in the streets
Trap-A-Holics
All the way from M-Town to Connecticut
It's your boy Project Pat up in this thang, thang
We bumping some of this real trap music
We call that trap shit
Credits
Writer(s): Paul D. Beauregard, Dominique Jones, Tim Joel Moore, Edward Patino, Sean Joel Olascoaga
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