paroles de chanson Weak Niggaz - Project Pat
Gangsta
g-g-gangsta,
g-g-gangsta
Gangsta
g-g-gangsta,
g-g-gangsta
Gangsta
g-g-gangsta,
g-g-gangsta
Gangsta,
gangsta,
weak
niggaz
perpetrate
Gangsta,
gangsta,
weak
niggaz
perpetrate
Gangsta
g-g-gangsta,
g-g-gangsta
Gangsta
g-g-gangsta,
g-g-gangsta
Gangsta
g-g-gangsta,
g-g-gangsta
Gangsta,
gangsta,
weak
niggaz
perpetrate
Gangsta,
gangsta,
weak
niggaz
perpetrate
I
grab
my
swatter
I
swat
this
bug,
he
laid
to
rest
Fuckin'
wit
T-R-I-P-L,
E-S-I-X
Niggaz
be
talkin'
but
in
the
end
I
like
fuck
'em
up
In
the
beginnin'
they
could've
survived
but
they
had
no
nuts
Bitch
where
you
graduated
from,
I
said
a
school
of
hoe-in'
'Cause
in
yo
face,
off
in
the
streets
aint
nothin'
but
hoe
is
showin'
Too
fuckin'
light,
too
fuckin'
light
to
try
to
fight
Stick
you
with
knives,
shoot
you
with
- nines
and
take
yo
life
Yea
we
know
you
niggaz
are
fuckin'
scared
'cause
we
don't
play
around
Never
wanna
step
'cause
Three
6 Mafia
put
you
in
the
ground
People
say
you
buck
but
we
all
know
that's
just
that
liquor
bro
Niggaz
swear
you
hype
but
all
that
hyper
is
from
hittin'
that
snow
If
a
member
call
me
then
I'm
gonna
pack
my
yawks
and
roll
Ride
down
on
yo
block
and
close
up
shop
and
leave
yo
body
cold
Foo
this
ain't
no
game
so
tuck
ya
chain
and
coward
hide
yo
grill
High
cappin'
and
dissin'
in
yo
rappin'
just
might
get
ya
killed
They
don't
fuck
wit
you
like
ya
fucked
with
them
Yo
pockets
tore
down
from
limb
to
limb
You
got
no
ends,
now
you
got
no
friends
Now
its
time
to
get
the
strap
and
go
and
do
they
ass
in
They
don't
fuck
wit
you
like
ya
fucked
with
them
Yo
pockets
tore
down
from
limb
to
limb
You
got
no
ends,
now
you
got
no
friends
Now
its
time
to
get
the
strap
and
go
and
do
they
ass
in
Whachu
doin'
round
hea?
My
nigga
I
gotta
get
ya
Fresh
outta
jail-ie,
my
mind
on
bailin',
so
I
split
ya
Head
to
the
meet-ie,
give
to
the
needy
so
fuck
the
rest
No
understandin',
Projects
the
greedy,
ya
could
be
next
I'm
robbin'
victims
with
of
the
face
of
a?
No
hesitatin',
I
come
out
buckin'
so
watch
the
nine
Off
in
East
Memphis
transactin'
bizness
I
know
you
straight
I'm
buckin'
you
fakers
who
ain't
got
cheese,
the
ones
I
hate
Could
it
be
me,
could
it
be
somethin'
in
the
fuckin'
air
Im
seein'
niggaz,
them
niggaz
bodies
flyin'
everywhere
You
wanna
know
if
the
Lord
is
mackin'
or
a
fuckin'
player
I'm
keepin'
all
of
you
muthafuckas
in
my
fuckin'
prayers
Everywhere
that
I
go
I'm
gettin'
all
these
evil
stares
I'm
sick
of
all
of
these
hatin'
muthafuckas
in
my
hair
All
in
my
bizness,
God
is
my
witness
I
don't
even
care
Cause
all
you
bitches
you
get
the
*blaah*
died
hell
yeah
They
don't
fuck
wit
you
like
ya
fucked
with
them
Yo
pockets
tore
down
from
limb
to
limb
You
got
no
ends,
now
you
got
no
friends
Now
its
time
to
get
the
strap
and
go
and
do
they
ass
in
They
don't
fuck
wit
you
like
ya
fucked
with
them
Yo
pockets
tore
down
from
limb
to
limb
You
got
no
ends,
now
you
got
no
friends
Now
its
time
to
get
the
strap
and
go
and
do
they
ass
in
Deep
deep
in
them
trenches
of
Memphis
where
I'm
seriously
pimpin'
Da
Koopsta
da
Knicca
breakin'
mo
bitches
than
London
got
bridges
Send
this
to
you
niggas
so
you
besta
listen
well
Touch
me
and
you'll
die
see
you
can
burn
wit
me
in
hell
This
hi-zo
gi-zo-zy
iz-I
for
you
niggas
that've
lost
it
Spl-izat
yi-zo
iz-ass,
will?
off
it
Call
Chris
mane,
shit
dump
'em
in
a
ditch
Witness
this
wicked
bit
whipped
up
outta
the
Six
riders
My
nigga
CB
he
be
back
out
here
on
these
bricks
again
He
kickin'
in
doors,
he
lookin'
for
him
some
dividends
He
kidnappin'
hoes
so
he
can
make
him
some
money
mane
And
fuckin'
wit
him
is
like
fuckin'
wit
somethin'
different
Ya
gotta
be
tough,
nigga
ya
gotta
be
rough
Like
ash
to
ash
nigga,
and
dust
to
dust
In
gats
we
trust
nigga,
it
really
ain't
much
nigga
'Cause
talkin'
to
us
nigga,
we
blowin'
ya
up
They
don't
fuck
wit
you
like
ya
fucked
with
them
Yo
pockets
tore
down
from
limb
to
limb
You
got
no
ends,
now
you
got
no
friends
Now
its
time
to
get
the
strap
and
go
and
do
they
ass
in
They
don't
fuck
wit
you
like
ya
fucked
with
them
Yo
pockets
tore
down
from
limb
to
limb
You
got
no
ends,
now
you
got
no
friends
Now
its
time
to
get
the
strap
and
go
and
do
they
ass
in
I'm
smoked
out,
snorted
out,
drunken
and
I'm
blown
1 Still Ridin' Clean
2 The Porch 3
3 Fight
4 Weak Niggaz
5 Make Dat Azz Clap (Back Clap)
6 Choose U
7 Smokin' Out
8 Show Dem Golds
9 This Pimp
10 On Nigga
11 That Drank
12 MC Flyjo
13 Posse Song
14 90 Days
15 Shut Ya Mouth, Bitch
16 Take Da Charge
17 Smoke & Get High
18 County Jail
19 I'm MO
20 Outro
21 Bonus Vol. Intro
22 Juicy J Intro
23 North North (Pt. 2)
24 DJ Paul Intro
25 You Scared
26 Crash Da Club
27 Mouth Write a Check - Intro
28 Mouth Write a Check
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