thinkin' about project pat
and what the fuckin jury said
givin' him what they gave him
then they put him in handcuffs
i'ma make you put yo hands up
yellow take the police brand up
norf memphis and we klanned up
i can be a terroist to the government like a taliban
and ya wrist they put they targets on
watchin' niggas every move
tappin' niggas cell phones
and we gon' smoke we till the break of dawn
trapped in this hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon
and to that officer i know your stompin' ground here
but if you ain't from my hood
get yo ass from round here
first i'm gonna catch the bitch
then i'm gonna beat the bitch
then i'm gonna bury bitch
shouldn't of been talkin' shit
you knew who you was fuckin wit
fuckin wit the fuckin best
now i'm aimin' at yo chest
this goes out to all of y'all
all of y'all be talkin' shit
slip the clip up in the gun
then commence to bust a nig
screamin' out like a bitch
mane that's just some petty shit
i'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcher
not only do i murder mane i also am bomb ya
you a juror and you on the stand
and you about the judge the life of a black man
young brotha from the hood made it rappin' and
wit a knot in his pocket weighin least a grand
here's the story he got caught wit some fire arms
by a crooked ass cop wit his siren awn
he was known as a felon made it bigga than state
the whole case turned fed made him lose his faith
now the judge he got hatred for crooks
because ten years ago he was appointed by bush
if the guns wasn't his that was found in his truck
all this palm greasy shit
make you wanna be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car
deliberation it was time for the jury to star