Lyrics Gang Signs - Project Pat
Yeah,
this
go
out
to
all
my
Crip
and
Blood
niggas,
Georgia,
Tennessee,
North
Carolina,
Alabama,
MISSISSIPPI,
all
my
Blood
(Cali)
niggas
in
Galveston
Texas,
Blood
and
Crip
niggas
in
Dallas,
y'all
know
the
business.
Bounty
Hunter
Bloods,
Piru
Bloods
(HTown),
all
my
Grape
Street
Crip
niggas.
Rolling
90's,
Neighborhood
Crips,
Rolling
60's,
Rolling
20's,
Rolling
30's,
107
Hoover
Crip
(South
Carolina),
FiveDeuce
Hoover
Crips,
OKC,
Oklahoma
City
(Richmond
Virginia),
all
them
Crip
niggas
in
Oklahoma
City,
Blood
and
Crip
niggas
(Tennessee)
in
Little
Rock
Arkansas,
y'all
know
the
business...
HOOK
We
got
paper
over
here,
pull
capers
over
here,
got
them
icy
out
watches
with
the
diamonds
in
our
ear...
We
got
paper
over
here,
pull
capers
over
here,
got
them
icy
out
watches
with
the
diamonds
in
our
ear...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
VERSE
ONE
Oh,
we
throwing
them,
my
nigga...
I
live
that
street
life,
I
did
time
in
the
state...
I
don'
wrestled
with
them
FEDs,
had
to
rob
for
a
plate...
Had
to
murder
me
a
few
so
I
wouldn't
take
a
minus...
Break
and
bury
all
tools,
putting
that
behind
us...
Keep
the
new
choppers
close,
blanket
to
Linus...
Charlie
Brown
Benz,
Dog,
nothing
but
the
finest...
Tennessee
kingpin,
Project
Pata...
I
know
you
niggas
sell
dope,
but
my
pockets
fatter...
A
hundred
drum
on
the
Tom,
son,
bullets
scatter...
Slugs
enter
in
your
back,
and
come
out
your
bladder...
Ratta
tatta
when
I'm
busting
on
a
rata...
I'm
screaming
"Off
with
your
head"
like
the
mad
hatter...
nigga...
HOOK
We
got
paper
over
here,
pull
capers
over
here,
got
them
icy
out
watches
with
the
diamonds
in
our
ear...
We
got
paper
over
here,
pull
capers
over
here,
got
them
icy
out
watches
with
the
diamonds
in
our
ear...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
VERSE
TWO
You
selling
dope
in
my
neighborhood,
I
wish
a
nigga
would...
We
got
the
guns
and
mask,
then
bring
it
to
your
hood...
I'll
snatch
you
out
them
butter
guts,
but
I'm
not
a
fool...
Fifty
rounds,
first
will
shoot
you
up,
bullets
going
through...
Any
car,
ripping
through
the
steel,
cutting
past
leather...
Mash
down
on
this
trigger
like
it
was
a
gas
pedal...
Blast
better,
choppers
in
use,
I'ma
let
loose...
Blood
leaking
out
your
stomach
mixed
with
that
Grey
Goose...
Was
kind
of
spooked
once
them
slugs
whistled
past
your
head...
You
heard
the
kiss
of
death,
on
life
support,
you
at
the
MED...
And
we
don't
bar
the
police,
they
can
get
it
with
ya...
You
false
flaggers
in
these
streets,
we
gon'
get
up
with
ya...
HOOK
We
got
paper
over
here,
pull
capers
over
here,
got
them
icy
out
watches
with
the
diamonds
in
our
ear...
We
got
paper
over
here,
pull
capers
over
here,
got
them
icy
out
watches
with
the
diamonds
in
our
ear...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
And
we
still
throwing
gang
signs,
gang
signs...
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