Project Pat - 528-cash Lyrics
(project pat)As I sit in my cell, might as well be in hellLeft a dead, two on one, fourth floor where I dwellCouldnt tell, thought you was a man, but you was a *****A nigga that Id die for really was a snitchLet me switch back to the scene, scene of the crimeWhere I left all my hopes and dreams; caught me with a .9Duffel bag full of plenty cash, empty out safeHit the mask, but a nosey fag *****ed up my escapeI could take any charge cause his death for this underDo you plead guilty on this case? no, your honorWonder, how not guilty turned to guiltyCould it be that my homeboy turned stale on me?I can see you and the victim sittin like a hoeOn the prosecutors side, shove a .9 down her throatOf a coward punk *****, your body in a ditchCouldve sold my own soldier to see the nine cliqueClick, then your carcass fall like the gavel fellNine years what they gave me, then took me to jailDid I tell? nigga, hell nah, project aint a hoeWe can blast with them thangs or we go toe to toeBullets blow niggas brains out into outer spaceKillas bust on you lames then leave without a traceJust incase you was wondering did I let him liveHes at home with his wife but he better watch his kidsSnitches, *****es, snitches, *****es... (x16)*****, you cant call the policeTell em watch your back. (x4)
