Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old Ways, artist - Project Pat. Album song Pistol & A Scale, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stacking Sterling
Song language: English
Old Ways |
They gonna make me go back to my old ways |
Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay |
300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way |
Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don’t Play |
Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder |
Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder |
Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder |
Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder |
Extended clip one in the head, where the dope |
She mask up, tied up, taped and some rope |
Hit a lick but have a brown, some pills and some smoke |
They gave this bitch a eighth of gas for some motherfucking throat |
Kick yo door with the chopper, poppin' yeah you already know |
Deal with the street niggas, word on the street you a hoe |
Never got a burner on ya, niggas think that you slow |
Bro I’m fucking with you, make your food man that’s for sure |
Liars you know how the jungle go |
They say get up out the street, where a nigga gonna go |
Robberie, drug sales, that’s all a nigga know |
Robbery or extortion, pussy nigga make your choice |
They gonna make me go back to my old ways |
Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay |
300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way |
Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don’t Play |
Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder |
Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder |
Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder |
Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder |
Heard this sucker a street over really getting it in |
Information gotten from a OG in the pen |
Say his daddy was a gangster, but not he not respected |
Son had a shelter life, he was street neglected |
On his daddy name plugs fucking with it |
OG say his green light on that boy so go and get it |
Choppas with them scope, we make no mistakes |
Me and my dog lick that bag though like a birthday cake |
Headed to the bedroom, nigga came out bustin' |
My AK spit that dragon fire, let it start puffin' |
Nigga screaming «stop shooting, what ya niggas want?» |
I said where the motherfucking money bitch and all the dope |
Nigga took me to his stash and we took all his shit |
25 p’s of Cali and a fucking quarter brick |
Now that’s a true lick |
I came up in the hood, I came up off the hood |
My niggas is understood, ya feel me? |
They gonna make me go back to my old ways |
Shooting pistols, robbing niggas, selling yay |
300 pounds of Ghetty Green on the way |
Dope kickers bumpin' Mista Don’t Play |
Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder |
Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder |
Homicide, extortion, kick your doors, murder |
Robbery, assault and kidnap for drugs, murder |