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Gangsta Pat I Let Em Know

mutha-fuckin' house Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror The paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang

the top. Let em see the inside let em see the drop. Comin down sunshine a nigga dont pop. I dont pop trunk, i dont ride belts. I ride old school make

I'ma hit 'em low, chop 'em at the knee Rep-ing PAT like a young MC Am I hard enough, am I real enough, am I ready Bro well you already know On your march

the insane Clowns, get down, nigga, I represent the town Hey, yo, Violent J let's go half on this pound I stay gangsta lay fine, I drop the bomb They

motherfuckers thought I was about? When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her mouth Now all them niggas got something to say But I'ma tell 'em Lil' Goldie

I cant trust em breakin this rocks gonna make me rich the Kaze my Klan my click must buck 'cause theres no testin us pop em and drop em lock em

as I roll down the street Yo lyric was weak as fuck, so ho I just stole yo beat Crunchy man I been thinkin man I know what we got right here A nigga

(Juicy J) Yeah Juicy J in the house with my nigga Project motherfuckin' Pat Lettin' you niggas know about respect You know what I'm sayin We gets

em fuck em feed em bullets let the ball bat carry em Till their fuckin fuckin family Then i'm gonna bury them I told them i was the king but they didn