[Intro: Project Pat]

Yeah, Project Pat up in this thang thang

Crook by the book, the Fed story, y'all know how we do

We do it like it sposed to be done

The dirty dirty strapped with the gun

Y'all know how we ride, homicide

Y'all know how we do, 187 on a punk

Y'all know how we get down, let the bullets start talkin

Thats how we do the walkin, y'all know how we get down

North, north, north, north, north, north (Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 1: Project Pat]

Patty cake, patty cake, stack the money off the plates

In a field, you remain, you gon make me keep the blades

Fuck ya boys, bring the noise, smoke you like a kush bubble

I'm the president of drama, guess you get some kush trauma

Haters hurl up, lighten up 'cause they broke niggas

Hittin up a punk, cut his throat, call them folk niggas

Hurt your mouth, hot in these streets, hood bang ya

Ride by your house with the K, let it bang ya

Project Pat still in business for some big cutty

Niggas get to screamin out to God when that lead cutting

If ya think ya quick, Drama go then ya pull it

I'm head butting suckas in the head with these bullets

[Chorus: B.G.]

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob

The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin

It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob

The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin

It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool

[Verse 2: 8Ball]

Big hat, low walkers, low custom fours-oh

Put my pants down back, pockets almost all the flow

I don't wanna touch it but if that boy out in public

If a nigga disrespect it then the trigger is the subject

Take it how ya wanna take it, test it then see if was fake

Lookin at your mama from the casket cryin at the wake

I make dough, pimp niggas like we bake the cake

Sit up in restaurants and get my fill on big ol steaks

I hope I'm never that poor nigga seein blood runnin

Can't bleed 'cause the shots took away half your tummy

On your knees beggin "Lord please, not now"

Knock on wood, count your blessings while you still around

[Chorus: B.G.]

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob

The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin

It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob

The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin

It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool

[Verse 3: MJG]

Look, look into the rearview

Nigga followin me, gotta smash on the gas

No, fuck that, slam on the brakes

Jump out wit the pump and blast on his ass

Pimp tight, MJG

You ain't gon be ready when I come with the fo-fo

In the low-low, makin everybody get out the way

And I ain't playin with ya no more

Go and get the whole neighborhood, the motherfucker still roll by

Still gon splatter blood all over anything that ya stand by

I work for Pat mothafucka, me and man, I put in some work

I did my dirt, I did some bad, I did some good

You can bring in any kinda way ya wanna bring it boy

I don't think ya really wanna bring it to the hood

Go bring yo bitch, do yo thang

Then it don't matter 'bout who you claim

It don't really matta what another mothafucka do

And when its all over with, you the man

Dont make a nigga get buck with the AK

Cuz it may spray and it may shoot and it may hit

Anybody that ya live or you stay wit

Just how worse than the average day, get that shit

[Chorus: B.G.]

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob

The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin

It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, no prob

The Glock go blocka, blocka, blocka, bloaw

Now if ya want it, ya can get it, I ain't trippin

It's 187 on a motherfuckin fool