Project Pat - Whatever Ho Lyrics
Dj paul:Yeah you mutha*****in hoesYall know the mutha*****in dead hypnotize camp and profit posse in thisMutha*****aGet one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some oldMutha*****in shit*****, its whatever niggaWe in this mutha*****a for the 9-9, 9s to your head ho(mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya, mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya)Juicy j:Glock 9s, tech 9s, any kinda gun *****Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run *****Kill em like they convictsKnow they hear them guns clickDoped up like a mutha*****a (cough, cough, snort)You could catch me in the same hood, on the *****in same blockWith a pearl rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock9 oclock clock nigga like to slang cuz I be hustlin weight andWe gon put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatinLord infamous:Ima be every *****in piece of skrilla cheese out here I can makeIma break every *****in *****, fatalities that I can bringIma millie my pillie but killie, killin everything that I wanna killYou weak ass niggaz dont want lord infamous from south parkway to get illLong from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you *****es yallBest get steelScarecrow, club house, yes it gets illSo, all yall listen closely dont you ever forgetYall wouldnt, yall never be shit with out us *****Dont forgetCruchy black:Killin aint shit*****es aint shitNiggaz aint shitBodies in a ditchHow many niggaz done talked that shitAbout the project *****in pat, thug posse ya *****Niggaz gon talk, *****es gon startMutha*****az gonna get they bodies in a trunkAll I want is cashMutha*****az haveGet down on your kneesGimme all your cashScanman:Whoa, mutha*****a watch yourself, just watch your backCause still we chillin with patStraped with them gatsBe ready to attackAll you hatin ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk whats upYou better come up real with your muthat*****in shit, cause boy, its gonnaGet roughSituations gone bad, for you niggaz claimin killazAutomatic triggaz pullin drillin holes inside your liverHow you figure, I was gon let you talk that shit and peep these streetsSayin that scanman boys a ***** know watch them throw lights out in myHeadDj paul:Killin, buckin, buckin up in gunfireBullets rickin off the walls, nigga this is warfareSuckaz claimin they got nutsYou dont know these elephantsSpecialize in takin notesSpecialize in nappy hoesNiggaz this is serious, I cant play no games no moreNiggaz actin curious, but I think they know the score*****es know the hypnotize medallion show what click you claimHold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain, in this gameMc mack:Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin the wig splitIts mc mack, the nigga known for smackin, jackin, cracker jacksBusta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed offWatch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it offShoot a super soaker in a minute dont you give a ***** about another niggaIf hes speakin use your counter attackRollin like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a *****, you crump,You aint no bustaAint no love lost off in my heart, theres no place colderWont you come a little closer nigga, you wont be rollin ourT-rock:Socialists up actin miss servin sevensHave em in jail suspended, in the middleStarted rivalries civilHomies swithin, actin fickleBut if you ***** with family ties, we leave you tripleThat nigga there know his gun a missle, lord dont flash on him, only manAint chivalErasin ample businesses all in the name of the t-rockSuckaz eat pot, swallow d, and get punished for three rocksBangin the hit stops, it wont be over, til your heat popsAway from the gravity, stand and point your a tech and see him dropGangsta boo:Yeah I know, I knowDown, down, baby goin down, downSweet dreams baby, rock-a-bye babyNiggaz wanna run up, we be flexin the tech andBe pointed at ya we comin, and I *****, I bet ya, I bet yaYou wanna hit em, but nigga you ant forget em, forget emBecause you sorry, and sorry aint nothin but venomI know *****es out there lovin me, niggaz got dreams of *****in me*****in me aint the story gon ***** you up more than meDj paul:Its whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIts whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIts whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIts whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIts whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIts whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIts whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIts whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIts whatever, whatever hoWhatever, whatever hoIts whatever, whatever hoWhateverProject pat:Alot of gunfire, bustin on you hoes to get my point acrossRidin in your hood and let the mutha*****in bullets tossTossin me a berries pack, now Im tossin you some drammaRidin with my congregation, and we smokin on marijuanaIf you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bustCaught that niggaz slippin at his place, shot him in his faceNow I race, from the scenery, blowin on greeneryKnow I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to meIts the weak, told to tell em, julius caesar, how he rollsNewspaper, told to tell em, how he just got lnocked of his toesYou should know, that we rollin deep, hittin like a trainKiss the floor, dont be lookin dumb cause I dont explainI maintain, killaz catchin drinks, project cathin cappersShootin at your mutha*****in lane, they be catching vaporsPlaya haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for yallBoy I keep a big gun, you dont want none
