[Intro: Caller & Project Pat]

"Hello, hello"

"Man, Pat what's up, man"

"What's up, nigga"

"Man, these niggas done came up in the motherfuckin' crib

And got me for my shit, dawg"

"Yeah, man, uhhh... What if I told you, I was that nigga"

"Man, quit playin' doe, for real doe, man!"

"No, you ain't hearin' me dawg, I got yo' motherfuckin' shit, nigga

What the fuck you gone do about it?"

"Fuck you nigga, I'll see you, boy!"

[Verse 1]

As a youngsta guns-ah, what I specialize in

Me and my dawgs selling dope on a rising

Rising in years we together in this hood life

Struggling together, straight praying for the good life

Yo life means more to me than my own do

When you had some beef I went and shot on that whole crew

I do what I gotta do, 'cause I'm yo right hand

You's a lot older than me, I'm yo little man

Mane time fly's now we old to older

You done came up flippin' pebbles to boulders

Told ya that I'm down with you until the graveyard

Me and you got caught with some work in the same car

You were facing more time than me if behind bars

I was seventeen and a half so I took the charge

You got larger heard now you own a crack house

I did two years and they let a nigga back out

[Hook]

Since you's a on nigga, on nigga, fuck witcha boy

Knowing good and well I grew up witcha boy

You's a on nigga, on nigga, don't try to flodge

You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge

Since you's a on nigga, on nigga, fuck witcha boy

Knowing good and well I grew up witcha boy

You's a on nigga, on nigga, don't try to flodge

You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge

[Verse 2]

Back out on the town and you riding in the Jag clean

Hit me with a pound, then bought me a Chevy thang

I could've sang and flew like the canary

You know I got heart and I know you very scary

Carrying a lot of weight, put in plenty work

Always was down for ya dawg, did plenty dirt

Looking like a jerk and ya living like a kingpin

That ain't showing love, I'm about to stick this tone

Inside ya fucking face, blow ya brains to the other side

38 dumb dumbs cut like a butter knife

But inside the walls you be soaking up game quick

Fuck that guerilla shit trick, I done got slick

Remember ya kept ya dope backyard dawg house

Over there on Dunlap, North Memphis mama house

Looking for the cross that will come up from behind ya

Muthafuck the laws, 'cause I'm taking what's mine-ah

[Hook]

Since you's a on nigga, on nigga, fuck witcha boy

Knowing good and well I grew up witcha boy

You's a on nigga, on nigga, don't try to flodge

You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge

Since you's a on nigga, on nigga, fuck witcha boy

Knowing good and well I grew up witcha boy

You's a on nigga, on nigga, don't try to flodge

You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge

[Verse 3]

Mom's went to church so I'm jumping over gate fast

You mane was outta town handling business

Blew both Rottweilers out they misery

You got a fist in good so they couldn't see

Yea, it's kind of obvious what I came for

Heroin and that white-dust ain't no shame boy

A real robber robs a trick and don't say a word

Got 'em for a pound of heroin and 'bout eight birds

Mouth slurred, 'cause a nigga blowing on some good shit

Celebrating, 'cause a playa done made a fat lick

Any trick do this to me hollow points fly

Dead in the face right between muthafuckas eye

I be's the nigga busting if we in a brawl

I'm my niggas back up so who we call

Me damn fool, 'cause he knowing that I buck 'em

I can play it off cool but mane fuck 'em

[Hook]

Since you's a on nigga, on nigga, fuck witcha boy

Knowing good and well I grew up witcha boy

You's a on nigga, on nigga, don't try to flodge

You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge

Since you's a on nigga, on nigga, fuck witcha boy

Knowing good and well I grew up witcha boy

You's a on nigga, on nigga, don't try to flodge

You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge