Project Pat - You Know The Biss Lyrics

[Project Pat: talks]

[Chorus x2: Project Pat]
Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Playa gon' shine trick
You ain't on my level trick
Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Catch up with' cha kind mane
I don't deal with' fakeness

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Still a mack
Still a thug
Still a mane showing love
To my dawgs, to my folks
Violators be slugs in ya back
Ratta-tat
It's your dawg Project Pat
In da hood having fun
Sippin' on Parmason
Give me some, show me love
Like the man up above
Watch me rise to the top
Spread my wings like a dove
Mean mug niggas looking
And a henn from a smile
Bucket side blood cooking
Got a problem with' my style
With' the click, with' the clan
Lanes I don't understand
If you feel that you real
F*ck it's on lightning steel
On the real hoes but they mouth
And get pimp smacked
Automatic gat, get yo' motherf*ckin' head crack
Heat tight, trick tight
Killas pullin' pistol plates
When you pull ya tone
My nig' that's where you gon' lay
I'm a say this to you haters with' the problem
Step up to the Patsta
Boy I'm a solve'em

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
All in my face
And he knowing he don't like me
Probably wanna shoot me
Maybe wanna fight me
Suck me, paid me
Mane that's what yo' bitch do
Loving me the most cause I let her do the click to
Profit Posse all these hoes never frontin'
Mane they off that ezay
Gobblin' up somethin'
Dick in ya mouth
Slow it down with' that rough stuff
Five vicious cattos curling like a cheese puff
Cheese first cap last
AC Rolls in the tent
(Baby what's been goin' on)
Nothing hoe but the dick
Got me bent out of shape
To you hoes that are fake
Get the f*ck out my face
Before I shoot you in ya face
Murder rate, shell increase
Mother-f*ck the police
Ridin' up on yo' ass, in ya ass
Be deceased, never peace
Where I live know for the cross-out
First haters step
First haters get tossed out

[Chorus]

[Talking: til next song]