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Chorus: Project Pat

Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinkin` Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefin` on green herb
(2x)

Verse 1: Gangsta Boo

I got this clout NOW!
Back in the day, I wasn`t here NOW!
Since I been droppin` these verses
I`m out the head
Just like the babies wanna think I`ll come home
I`m from the South bloaw,
I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set
Real quick, y`all squeezin` them triggers we bout to pop (pop)
Any fly lil` mama`s boy, who movin` up on the block
Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin`
Gangsta Boo know where she stay
Between the nozzle you layin`

Verse 2: Crunchy Blac

You tryna wear my shoes
You tryna wear my clothes
You tryna be like me,
I`m tryna be like you bro,
What I`m really tryna say
You got to keep it all real
You can`t be takin` no deal
You gotta get you a meal
See it`s hard out here,
Peeps`ll end ya career
See it`s hard out here
People put you in a wheelchair
I`m tryna give you a meal
I`m tryna keep it all real
See you be fakin` a deal
So I`ma let ya see how it feel

Chorus (2x)

Verse 3: Lord Infamous

Thinkin` ya ballin` this bangin`
Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep,
You wish that was your life
So y`all been yappin` for a chiefy
Ya greedy and fiendin` to be a happy ?sa-super chi?
But you don`t think it because there`s plenty
of dues to be paid, up in this industry,
Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch
I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear
And yet you end up wid that set that you claim
To ?requilinquish? your master start, playa,
I can`t play yo album mack,
And everybody can`t be on the same thing
And everybody can`t be a known rapper
Know what I tell ya exactly

Verse 4: Juicy J

In the ghetto we got ghetto stars
Riding in a steamed up car
Lex, wid them tinted windows
Pushing down the Boulevard
In the mouth you see the grill
You face a playa cause he real
Not because he roll and smoke
Or cut some deals, for the bills
Plus I`m tryna stack some G`s
Pushing weight like quarter kis
[Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck?]
Freak you betta hit your knees
Never will I save a broad
Gangsta playas comin` hard
Chickenheads get out my car
I`m leavin` frantic in the park

Chrous (2x)

Verse 5: DJ Paul

Y`all hatas ain`t no killas
Y`all hatas be hoes
Cause neither one is ridin` down blastin
Wid hugs and vogues
Them boys tryna play the hard role
They get a head hole
Them boys shoulda played the smart role
And kept they ass closed
Instead ah sayin`, what they saw
What I did, and who I did it to
Who else is in on it?
Who else you told?
I`m yellow paging `em too
I had it up to here
I`m killin` this bullshit
Y`all fingers on triggers
And all them niggas on bullshit

Verse 6: Project Pat

So you wanna be ah,
Playa just like me ah,
Ridin` on tortillahs,
Choppin` up a ki ah,
Project dodgin` lizos,
Glocka in my drizaws,
Optimal after mo never do we pissoz,
Do you have a hizap?,
To unload a trigga,
Crushin` on ya paper,
Thinkin` youse a faker,
Now you got to do `em
Or get played for a sucka,
Handle that use that gat
Or live like a clucka

Chorus (4x)

Chorus: Project Pat

Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinkin` Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like the curb
Candy paint, twenty chrome
Chiefin` on green herb
(2x)

Verse 1: Gangsta Boo

I got this clout NOW!
Back in the day, I wasn`t here NOW!
Since I been droppin` these verses
I`m out the head
Just like the babies wanna think I`ll come home
I`m from the South bloaw,
I got Hypnotize gear on my body, throw on the set
Real quick, y`all squeezin` them triggers we bout to pop (pop)
Any fly lil` mama`s boy, who movin` up on the block
Think you the stuff, you think you rough, boy quit playin`
Gangsta Boo know where she stay
Between the nozzle you layin`

Verse 2: Crunchy Blac

You tryna wear my shoes
You tryna wear my clothes
You tryna be like me,
I`m tryna be like you bro,
What I`m really tryna say
You got to keep it all real
You can`t be takin` no deal
You gotta get you a meal
See it`s hard out here,
Peeps`ll end ya career
See it`s hard out here
People put you in a wheelchair
I`m tryna give you a meal
I`m tryna keep it all real
See you be fakin` a deal
So I`ma let ya see how it feel

Chorus (2x)

Verse 3: Lord Infamous

Thinkin` ya ballin` this bangin`
Ya cold and ya hungry in ya sleep,
You wish that was your life
So y`all been yappin` for a chiefy
Ya greedy and fiendin` to be a happy ?sa-super chi?
But you don`t think it because there`s plenty
of dues to be paid, up in this industry,
Wanna come in outta nowhere bitch
I kick you on the streets then run in yo ear
And yet you end up wid that set that you claim
To ?requilinquish? your master start, playa,
I can`t play yo album mack,
And everybody can`t be on the same thing
And everybody can`t be a known rapper
Know what I tell ya exactly

Verse 4: Juicy J

In the ghetto we got ghetto stars
Riding in a steamed up car
Lex, wid them tinted windows
Pushing down the Boulevard
In the mouth you see the grill
You face a playa cause he real
Not because he roll and smoke
Or cut some deals, for the bills
Plus I`m tryna stack some G`s
Pushing weight like quarter kis
[Hey let me ride in that Lexus truck?]
Freak you betta hit your knees
Never will I save a broad
Gangsta playas comin` hard
Chickenheads get out my car
I`m leavin` frantic in the park

Chrous (2x)

Verse 5: DJ Paul

Y`all hatas ain`t no killas
Y`all hatas be hoes
Cause neither one is ridin` down blastin
Wid hugs and vogues
Them boys tryna play the hard role
They get a head hole
Them boys shoulda played the smart role
And kept they ass closed
Instead ah sayin`, what they saw
What I did, and who I did it to
Who else is in on it?
Who else you told?
I`m yellow paging `em too
I had it up to here
I`m killin` this bullshit
Y`all fingers on triggers
And all them niggas on bullshit

Verse 6: Project Pat

So you wanna be ah,
Playa just like me ah,
Ridin` on tortillahs,
Choppin` up a ki ah,
Project dodgin` lizos,
Glocka in my drizaws,
Optimal after mo never do we pissoz,
Do you have a hizap?,
To unload a trigga,
Crushin` on ya paper,
Thinkin` youse a faker,
Now you got to do `em
Or get played for a sucka,
Handle that use that gat
Or live like a clucka

Chorus (4x)

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