Project Pat

Project Pat - 2 Dollar Niggas lyrics

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[Chorus:]

Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz

Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz

Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz

Put two dollars in the air, for these two dollar niggaz

They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us

They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us

They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us

They get mad and they fuss, they don't shine like us



[Verse 1:]

Project Pat, from the street nigga, I'm bringin' this heat nigga

Never do I back down, don't acept defeat nigga

Calico's, bulletholes, gun shells left on site

Niggaz killed over hoes or, over left and right

Hats cocked, guns pop, quick to have a trigger fit

On a punk trick, knowin' good and well he counterfeit

All you do is talk, out'cha mouth, you don't never do

Nothin' that you say, out'cha cap, it ain't never true

Bury you, quicker than a nigga that done told somethin'

Seen you in the club beat you down like you owe somethin'

Know, somethin' wrong pistol playa, call you gun show

Real niggaz mayne, never speak what we don't know



[Chorus]



[Verse 2:]

(Mayne I got that kush kush) You ain't got nothin'

(Mercedes I push push) Mayne quit'cha frontin'

(Made a fifty thousand dollar stang) Nigga you's a liar

(Fool I'm out here sellin' ki's) You needs to retire

You's a babbage weed seller and a watered down Henn' dranker

I heard you snitched out ya crew, you's a ship sanker

Them hollow points in the gun gonna deal wit'cha

I'll wipe the smile off ya face when the steel hit'cha

2 dollar niggaz claim they chargin' and playin' whores

But they is out here flaugin' and payin' whores

Nigga you trippin', datin', and meetin' whores?

Claimin' you pimpin', savin' and eatin' whores?



[Chorus]



[Verse 3:]

One day you wearin' red, and then it's blue the next

2 dollar niggaz be the main ones flippin' sets

You say you grippin' techs, regulatin' wit' the torch

Was 25 and you decided, to jump off the porch?

If he get caught, mouth run hot, like broke radiator

Tell about the spots, and the plots, and the perpetrators

You treat the cops, like ya pops, 'cause ya runnin' to 'em

I'm non-stop, wit' that glock, put that gun into him

These older niggaz put these youngsters on a bloody stage

That's why these young niggaz get killed, at an early age

Sent on a dummy mission from a dummy in a cage

2 dollar leadership'll put you in a early grave



[Chorus]



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Language: English

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