528 Cash lyrics

Project Pat]
As I sit in my cell, might as well be in hell
Left a dead, two on one, fourth floor where I dwell
Couldn`t tell, thought you was a man, but you was a bitch
A nigga that I`d die for really was a snitch
Let me switch back to the scene, scene of the crime
Where I left all my hopes and dreams; caught me with a .9
Duffel bag full of plenty cash, empty out safe
Hit the mask, but a nosey fag fucked up my escape
I could take any charge `cause his death for this under
`Do you plead guilty on this case?` No, your honor
Wonder, how not guilty turned to guilty
Could it be that my homeboy turned stale on me?
I can see you and the victim sittin` like a hoe
On the prosecutor`s side, shove a .9 down her throat
Of a coward punk bitch, your body in a ditch
Could`ve sold my own soldier to see the nine clique
Click, then your carcass fall like the gavel fell
Nine years what they gave me, then took me to jail
Did I tell? Nigga, hell nah, Project ain`t a hoe
We can blast with them thangs or we go toe to toe
Bullets blow niggas` brains out into outer space
Killas bust on you lames then leave without a trace
Just incase you was wondering did I let him live
He`s at home with his wife but he better watch his kids

Snitches, bitches, snitches, bitches... [x16]

Bitch, you can`t call the police
Tell `em watch your back. [x4