Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tha Last Man Standin’, artist - Fat Pat. Date of issue: 02.03.1998
Song language: English
Tha Last Man Standin’ |
| Bottom all the way to the top |
| And it seems like a struggle but I had to get out, no doubt |
| Bout my paper so I had to mash, 150 on my dash |
| So you know I’m rolling fast, all about my cash |
| Ain’t no time to play, put it in perspective |
| Time for ho checking, bitch made nigga wrecking |
| What, uh, with that talking down shit |
| But don’t know shit, but all up on my dick? |
| Miss me with that sideways shit, I’m on a mission |
| Pay attention, watch the news, got my shoes, pay your own dues |
| And pick your own fools to ride wit, get high wit |
| That do or die shit, that no lie shit |
| We multiply chips and gain fat grips, but I tell you |
| If yo eyes ain’t open, they’ll get ya, if I catch em I smoke em |
| Uh, if I catch em I smoke em, uh, if I catch em I smoke em |
| I kept my mind on my paper — yeah, I stayed on my grind |
| While the haters and the hoes — yeah, they all talked down |
| All the way to the top is the way it gotta be |
| It’s the Mister in the place, so what do you see? |
| I kept my mind on my paper — yeah, I stayed on my grind |
| While the haters and the hoes — yeah, they all talked down |
| All the way to the top is the way it gotta be |
| It’s the Mister in the place, so what do you see? |
| Pulling up on the corner, jumping out my Benz |
| Holler at that boy Tony and a couple more friends |
| Conversating about Benjamin’s and niggas who owed us ends |
| Pulled Tony to the side, asked him if he wanted to make quick wins |
| A couple of chickens, Tony was game |
| And I ain’t seen that boy to this very day |
| I’m rolling with my nine, on sight it’s going down |
| Blasting for my green, putting it all on the line |
| I couldn’t believe it, good guy gone bad |
| But when I catch that cat, he wish he never had |
| The streets be bumping bout situations, bout taking care of my business |
| Hell na cause, I ain’t bullshitting, that nigga’s gonna get it |
| I kept my mind on my paper — yeah, I stayed on my grind |
| While the haters and the hoes — yeah, they all talked down |
| All the way to the top is the way it gotta be |
| It’s the Mister in the place, so what do you see? |
| Players get gangsta too (that's right) |
| Jumpin out my gators into my stomping boots |
| To make a nigga feel it if it’s like that |
| Cause knuckling up ain’t a thang with Mr. Fat Pat |
| But ain’t about no bullshit, I’m about my mail |
| Stack my ends, floss my Benz, aid my clientele |
| That he say she say — a bunch of bullshit |
| Just mad cause a nigga fucking his bitch and trying to get rich |
| And what about the snitch, that boy ain’t saying nothing |
| Put his body in a body-bag and burnt off on my buttons |
| Came strutting through the lobby, I seen that boy Tony |
| The Lord only know that I had my pistol on me |
| Do or die situations, hesitation will get me killed |
| And I knew that Tony had his pistol up in here |
| Gunshots rang out and I’m the last man standing |
| Mr. Fat Pat standing strong busting him with his god damn cannon |
| I kept my mind on my paper — yeah, I stayed on my grind |
| While the haters and the hoes — yeah, they all talked down |
| All the way to the top is the way it gotta be |
| It’s the Mister in the place, so what do you see? |