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Project Pat Ghetty Green Ghetty Green Man, Project Pat in the house This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot Better watch your back man 'Cause your friends out to get you for your shit This is to all these niggas crossin' us here Smile in your motherfuckin' face Turn around and stab you in your motherfuckin' back In a motherfuckin' heartbeat If I ever catch one of you niggas man That's a motherfuckin' murder off the top, boy! Fo' sho', nigga [(Chorus) 4x] Ghetty green, ghetty green I gotta get the green Ghetty green, ghetty green And that's by any means I'm the man wit the plan Wit the gaze, wit the mask Steppin' up to ya fast Layin' you in the grass All your blood, ain't no love, on the street Wit no police, everybody is a rat, everybody's 'bout the greens You know me, I know you We grew up in the pen, but it wasn't face to face You was out, I was in Doin' time off a crime I committed in the past I'ma O.G. on the town As a O.G. I'ma last In the past I was known as that nigga who would snap I was quick to bill a cap, but it had to be a jack- Type move, real cool, yeah that's how he thought we was Use ta kick it everyday, smokin' out on that bud That's my dog, that's my nig', that's a bad young brotha I just got out the pen, I'ma broke-lookin' sucka Man, fuck that young busta Eighty grand at his house Seen his momma at the store Stuck a nine in her mouth [(Chorus) 4x] Mastermind, that's the kind of a man that's in my nature I'ma nigga you don't trust, I'ma killer, maybe raper I can take a person's life with a knife or a tone Used his moms as my victim then I called him on the phone What's up John, where the green, and I ain't gon' ask you twice Bring it over by yourself, or I'll take your momma's life In the life of a dealer, they can never call police Undercover knowin' this Secrecy, that's the key One two three knocks at the door Somethin's lookin' funny Then my dog let 'im in with his friend and the money You'se a dummy if you think I'ma let you live sucka (Aw man, thought we was straight!) You'se a dead motherfucker! Shot the joker in his mouth Bullet went through his jaw Had to take his momma out 'cause I'm down for the cause Fuck the laws if they come Then I'm goin' wit a blast Looked his partna in his eyes, then I murdered his ass! [(Chorus) 4x] I'm the man doin' deals wit the man gettin' robbed It's gon' be a violent crime One that will not get solved When I rob me a fool It's a duh that his bitch front like I'm sellin' ki's Then I'm game for the switch Switcharoo on your ass Duffle bag full of cash Then my thugs pullin' up cockin' pumps in the masks Hit the dash in the black tinted Chevy, trick it in Now we on the 'spressway Brought it down, tell my friend Once again I done pulled off another master plan Four days downtown Found a Chevy wit a man's dead body Somebody shoulda known betta, dog O.G.'s on the loose And we gettin' 'bout our hog Y'all niggas slangin' dope Should expect a jackin' car jack set up, bitch Or a damn kidnappin' But a nigga like me I'm your neighborhood fiend Thinkin' of comin' clean All about that ghetty green, ghetty green |
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