Project Pat - Murderers & Robbers
[Pre-Chorus: ]
Murderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
[Chorus: & D.O.N.]
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Now it's a nigga all on the dick
Of the six double six mafia
Niggas pull them triggers, let him feel the lead
It's a pimp type nigga but you don't understand me
A TEC medallion on my rope, a TEC Ruger in my hand, G
Shootin' on these suckers, who got anna
Because I won't produce them a track
So I react, by puttin' a bullet in they back
These niggas got problems, let it be known, hoe
My .380'll solve 'em, like a psychiatrist
And yo', this nigga be jealous when they see, how strong my pimpin' be
Pick the hoe one day, the next day, she's workin' the street
I got game for 'em, because these busters so lame
It ain't a thang, man, for me to work a bitch, man
I got money in my pocket, from these hoes, that I got
Been about my busi-ness, peepin' inside my fat stack
The TEC-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic
Held in the hand, by a psychopathic, schizophrenic
[Chorus: & D.O.N.]
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
My name is Lord Infamous, chainsaw blades grind down to the gristle
Stab you in your motherfuckin' face or hizzead with the chisel
Pistols, knives, niggas lives ain't worth a nickel
Slice, blind eyes, Antichrist with the sickle
Scarecrow, demonic, schizophrenic hell dweller
Pieces of decomposed bodies
They fill up the bloody drawers, down in my cellar
I need to quit drinkin' the liquor and chiefin' the blizzunts
That's full of the reefer and we are the intoxicated suspects
It may be all the reasons, why I feel these niggas must bleed
The evil seed, dead vultures in the trees
Intense pain, black razors in the breeze
Degrees, six hundred fahrenheit, sixty-six celsius
Lord Infamous the Scarecrow, stab my pitchfork in your guts
Don't hide, just because Lucifer is comin'
He knows all your secrets, no escape, so why you runnin'?
But you a gangster motherfucker, prove that shit you tell
My name is Lord Infamous, fool and I sleep in hell
[Chorus: & D.O.N.]
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
I'm the one you don't fuck with
So don't even try me
A motherfuckin' soldier, you gon' have to kill me
Kill me you bitch ass boy, that's what I said
A murderer, robber, I'll stab you in your head
I'm realistic, to the god damn bone
You say you got a gang, goddammit bring it on
'Cause niggas trip me out, always tryna' play hard
Ridin' around the hood, shootin' up a nigga's car
A car ain't alive and a car ain't the nigga
You sayin', I'ma die, motherfucker, pull the trigger
I figured you's a ho, when I first caught you slippin'
Fool, it's Project Pat and I'm game for a killin'
Now thinkin' I'ma run, that's a stupid ass mistake
You say you got a gun, I got a gun and I ain't fake
I'll take all the time, that it takes, this ain't a try
'Cause when I catch yo' ass, lame nigga, you gon' die
[Chorus: & D.O.N.]
Murderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
[Chorus: & D.O.N.]
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Now it's a nigga all on the dick
Of the six double six mafia
Niggas pull them triggers, let him feel the lead
It's a pimp type nigga but you don't understand me
A TEC medallion on my rope, a TEC Ruger in my hand, G
Shootin' on these suckers, who got anna
Because I won't produce them a track
So I react, by puttin' a bullet in they back
These niggas got problems, let it be known, hoe
My .380'll solve 'em, like a psychiatrist
And yo', this nigga be jealous when they see, how strong my pimpin' be
Pick the hoe one day, the next day, she's workin' the street
I got game for 'em, because these busters so lame
It ain't a thang, man, for me to work a bitch, man
I got money in my pocket, from these hoes, that I got
Been about my busi-ness, peepin' inside my fat stack
The TEC-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic
Held in the hand, by a psychopathic, schizophrenic
[Chorus: & D.O.N.]
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
My name is Lord Infamous, chainsaw blades grind down to the gristle
Stab you in your motherfuckin' face or hizzead with the chisel
Pistols, knives, niggas lives ain't worth a nickel
Slice, blind eyes, Antichrist with the sickle
Scarecrow, demonic, schizophrenic hell dweller
Pieces of decomposed bodies
They fill up the bloody drawers, down in my cellar
I need to quit drinkin' the liquor and chiefin' the blizzunts
That's full of the reefer and we are the intoxicated suspects
It may be all the reasons, why I feel these niggas must bleed
The evil seed, dead vultures in the trees
Intense pain, black razors in the breeze
Degrees, six hundred fahrenheit, sixty-six celsius
Lord Infamous the Scarecrow, stab my pitchfork in your guts
Don't hide, just because Lucifer is comin'
He knows all your secrets, no escape, so why you runnin'?
But you a gangster motherfucker, prove that shit you tell
My name is Lord Infamous, fool and I sleep in hell
[Chorus: & D.O.N.]
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
[Verse 3: Project Pat]
I'm the one you don't fuck with
So don't even try me
A motherfuckin' soldier, you gon' have to kill me
Kill me you bitch ass boy, that's what I said
A murderer, robber, I'll stab you in your head
I'm realistic, to the god damn bone
You say you got a gang, goddammit bring it on
'Cause niggas trip me out, always tryna' play hard
Ridin' around the hood, shootin' up a nigga's car
A car ain't alive and a car ain't the nigga
You sayin', I'ma die, motherfucker, pull the trigger
I figured you's a ho, when I first caught you slippin'
Fool, it's Project Pat and I'm game for a killin'
Now thinkin' I'ma run, that's a stupid ass mistake
You say you got a gun, I got a gun and I ain't fake
I'll take all the time, that it takes, this ain't a try
'Cause when I catch yo' ass, lame nigga, you gon' die
[Chorus: & D.O.N.]
Murderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, murderer, murderer, murdererMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenicMurderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Murderer, robber, psychopathic, schizophrenic
Blow a niggas ass off
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