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    "Mouth Write A Check" Lyrics

    Project Pat

    [Chorus 1X]
    Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash
    Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast
    Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad
    Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past

    I know this nigga and he always be talking that bullshit
    But little do he know he gon suffer a wig split
    Like fucking with the realest the illest will fucking kill him
    A straight up headbuster and also a real nigga
    There's gon be consequences so niggas just run in here
    I'm unloading the tone and popping an extra clip

    A bitch nigga talking is something I can't stand
    Or every last will pick up the mess that's gonna land
    The I.V.'s in his arm the bullets up in his chest
    His shop about to close he shoulda had on a vest
    Don't fuck with me nigga that's something I have to stress
    Keep talking shit boy your gonna end up with one less
    I'm out the Bay nigga that's something you gonna respect
    And stay out of my business before you feel the Tech
    Don't give a shit bout you I treat you like my hoe
    Gon wake up one night and I'm kicking up in your door hoe

    [Chorus 2x]

    When I buck em, touch em, fuck em, now you clutching laying down
    Got you ducking muthafucker, turn that smile to a frown
    I will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest
    I'm guessing letting bullets wet ya
    Shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe that's fasho

    I'm most definitely bringing pain to you niggas
    like some bitches when I step up in this thang
    All you niggas do is gossip like some lil' hoes
    You might as well go down to the Shake Junt and slide down poles
    Now you running while I'm gunning
    Stomping hoping to get close to some shelter
    Better catch up with some polices, hope that they can help ya
    Help to ? you just better get some younger quick and fast
    I'm holding the match and your body's drenching down with gas
    Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes
    Blow yo ass off ??
    Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport
    Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report

    [Chorus 2x]

    [Project Pat]
    Now fuck this goddamn talking

    Make you bitches bring the pain
    Catch yo hoe ass walking stick a tone to ya brain
    You insane if ya think I'ma still let ya breathe
    I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve
    I'ma blast on ya hoe give a damn who was looking
    Blow the top off your skull then your life has been tooken
    You was cooking up a scheme tryna put me in the beam
    But the jokes on you jack slapped his ass with the gat
    Beat 'em down to the pavement squealing like a pig
    My nigga I don't save 'em beat em like a bitch
    Ain't nobody tryna help ya, what they finna do
    Hollow lead's gonna melt up, you and your crew
    Superman stick your chest out
    And watch this 38 slug blow your back out
    Bout to bust on you boys shoot you till you dead
    I love playing with them toys pocket full of lead
    This song was submitted on December 14th, 2009 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Darnell Carlton, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

    Song Details

    track 8 on disc 2
    Layin Da Smack Down [2002]
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