Gangsta Pat

Gangsta Pat - The O.J. Murder Story lyrics

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Yeah, this psycho in the mother fuckin house 

Sittin here smokin on a phat ass blunt 

I know you remember me from the first album 

#1 suspect 

Yeah, my shit it be droppin soon on y'all mother fuckin ass 

But uh, we goin to take you on the subject of this O. J. case 

I know y'all thinkin y'all know who did this shit 

Well y'all got it all wrong 

Yo Gangsta pat 

Why don't ya let em' know what really happened 



I'm on my way out to California 

Brickwood is my destination 

I'm pickin up two kids 

Gatta make that cheese 

I ain't know hesitation 

Fresh off the highway 

Gotta get back up to the main intersection 

Busta ass nigga 

Fucked around and gave my wrong directions 

I'm lost like a motherfucker 

Better get some information quick 

I kept on ballin for a minute 

Then I spot this bitch 

This ho was so fine man 

Big tities she was good to go 

Like a nice lil' blond bitch 

With skin that was white as snow 

I said what's your name bitch 

She said her name was Nicole 

I said where you headin 

She said with you if you let me roll 

Shit hop in bitch 

You ain't said shit but a word 

I paid her you turn so fast 

Ran my ass on the fuckin curb 

We got you a drill 

But I said to myself this bitch lip is swell 

Fuck them two kid's man 

I need to hit this shit she bail 

I lit up a swisher 

And I looked at the wall and said oh shit 

I know this ain't who I think it is on this picture bitch 

I said is this O.J. 

That bitch nodded her head yes 

I hurried up and got up 

And kicked this bitch in her fuckin chest 

Where you know this nigga from 

How you get this krill bitch 

The bitch said I'm married to the nigga 

And he's filthy rich 

At that very moment I knew I had ran up on this thang 

I kicked that bitch again 

And I reached in my draws 

And I pulled out that thang 

Put it up to that bitch head 

And I said to myself I'm a get paid at last 

Bitch I'm a kill you if you don't take me straight to your stash 

Headed up stairs 

And I hit that glock to that bitch dome right 

I can feel that ho tremblin 

With her body so full of fright 

We got to that bitch room 

And I slammed that ho down on the floor 

I started to rape her 

But I heard this strange knock at the door 

Now who could this be 

Fuckin my stain 

They must be served 

I told that bitch shhhh 

Be quiet 

Don't say a fuckin word 

I fell downstairs 

And I looked at the window 

And I seen this trick 

He fuckin up my stain 

So I better get rid of this nigga quick 

I opened up the door 

And I said come in let me take your coat 

When he turned his head 

I stuck hI'm twice and I slit his throat 

I dragged his body into this room 

And I locked the door 

I blew back upstairs 

To get finished rapin on that ho 

When I got back to the room 

That bitch had vanished without a trace 

I heard some glass brakin 

That bitch led me on a chase 

I chased that bitch down the stairs 

To the front door and I beat her down 

I stuck on that bitch until her bloody body hit the ground 

I slit that bitch throat as well 

And I bail from the murder scene 

I'm back on the highway ballin 

I'd a made my getaway clean 



Yeah motherfucker 

That goes to show you anybody could of did that shit 

But it's all about money in this game 

And it's all about murder 

Innocent until proven guilty 

And I'm out 

I will see you in hell mother fucker
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