You Know the Biss - Project Pat

Mane you know the business

Mane you know the business

Playa gon' shine trick

You ain’t on my level trick

Mane you know the business

Mane you know the business

Catch up wit' cha kind mane

I don’t get wit' fakeness

Still a mack

Still a thug

Still a mane showing love

To my dawgs, to my folks

Violators, three slugs in ya back

Ratta-tat

It’s your dawg Project Pat

In the hood having fun

Sippin' on Paul Masson

Give me some, show me love

Like the man up above

Watch me rise to the top

Spread my wings like a dove

Mean mug niggas looking

And a henn from a smile

But inside blood cooking

Got a problem wit' my style

Wit' the clique, wit' the clan

Lames, I don’t understand

If you feel that you real

Fuck it’s on, lightning steel

On the real hoes but they mouth

And get pimp smacked

Automatic gat, get yo' motherfuckin' head crack

Heat tight, trick tight

Killas pullin' pistol plates

When you pull ya tone

My nig' that’s where you gon' lay

I’m a say this to you haters wit' the problem

Step up to the Patsta

Boy I’m a solve 'em

All in my face

And he knowing he don’t like me

Proably wanna shoot me

Maybe wanna fight me

Suck me, paid me

Mane that’s what yo' bitch do

Loving me the most cause I let her do the click too

Prophet Posse all these hoes never frontin'

Mane they off that ezay

Gobblin' up somethin'

Dick in ya mouth

Slow it down wit' that rough stuff

Fine vicious cat, toes curling like a chesse puff

Chesse first cap blast

AC Rolls in the tent

(Baby what’s been goin' on)

Nothing ho but the dick

Got me bent out of shape

To you hoes that are fake

Get the fuck out my face

Before I shoot you in ya face

Murder rate shall increase

Mother-fuck the police

Ridin' up on yo' ass, then ya ass

Be deceased, never peace

Where I live, known for the cross-out

First haters step

First haters get tossed out