(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