(Project Pat)
As i sit in my cell Mine as well be in hell
1 left dead
2 on 1
4th floor where i dwell
couldn't tell but u waz a man but u waz a bitch
a nigga i would die for really was a snitch
Let me switch to the scene of the crime
Were I left all me wholesome dreams
Caught me with a .9
Duffel bags full of cash
Empty out my safe
Hid the mask, But another thing fucked up my escape.
I can take any charge because he dilt for his sonna.
(Judge) Do you plead guilty on this case?
No your honor
I wonder I'm not guilty turned to guilty
Could it be that my home boy gone stale one me
I can see you and the victim sittin like a hoe
On the prosecutor side shove a .9 down her throat
Of the coward punk bitch
Your body in a ditch
Could have sold my own soul just to see the .9 click click.
And your carcass fall like the gavel fell
9 years what the gave me then took me to jail
Did i tell Nigga hell naw Project aint a hoe
We can blast with those thangs or go toe to toe
Bullets blow niggaz brains out into outer space
Killaz bust on you ho's
Than Leave without a trace
Just incase u waz wondering did i let him live
He's at home wit his wife
But he better watch his kids
Chourus
Snitches Bitches 16x
