Project Pat - Don't Turn Around Lyrics
Project Pat:I only ***** wit those who only ***** wit mea sucker play for games a man play keepsi keeps me a nine millimeter just in casea cowards in my face these bullets he gon tastea waste of your life steppin wrong im on trees besta leave me alone besta go make some cheese enemies come inall shape, four sides colorscould be your best friend, cousin, or brothersI'll rob'em all just to see who got the fatest stackwalked in the bank put the loot in the croker sackslapped on the guard four times for he passed outeyes on the blow and my pockets was assed outhad on trench coat wig and some goggles if'n you resistyou may not see tommorow im in there outta there the policecouldn't get me but i made a slip up had a trick wit me.Chorus X2:Dont turn around (Give me the *****ing cheese trick)Dont make a sound(Show me where the keys at)Lay it on the ground(knowing that your pockets fat)For i buck you down(and im quicks to do that)Nigga starting bragging in his hood bout the robberywasn't long then for somebody dropped the dime on meimma be the one who they cant get to they picked the boy uprun his mouth just like a fool he gon get me *****edbut imma have to get to him before the police docaught up with him night and day not him and is crewsprang down chelsie ave kinda in the evening for this mutha *****ersdeath dog i was fiend'nhe was looking at me strange like imma catcheri done hopped out with the thang let hollar at you foolwhere you been dog? (My momma got sick man) ***** that gotta do with you?(hold up i aint your ***** man)I heard you were talking your mutha *****ing lips loose(Nah it aint like that dog i aint no damn f
