90 Days Lyrics - Project Pat

talking 

verse 1: 

it was a hot summers night i was kickin it with gangsta. fred out at hide park 

rollin chasin paper.known we keep tha best of green so you know i'm 

smokin, lotta niggaz out here clean so you know i'm scopin.i aint wit that 

scuffin shit, or wit being broken, waitin for a sucka to stick, yeah thats what 

i was hopin.spotted me a nigga, candy paint a hundred spokin, sippin on his 

liquor wit that blowface on that cokin, bullets they will burn just like lava 

that is molten, you victims will learn to resist'll get ya croakin.always kept a 

thang and bandana never knowin, when i have ta git my mayne, pull em out and poke 

em, all up in ya grill ya drops it off, cuz i have spoken, i know that your 

sick, but lets not git ya momma mopein, snatched him out tha car hit tha gas dawg 

it's hissin, he down came on down, but out his head a patch was missin. 

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chorus: repeat 2x 

90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)3 bags and a firearm(that aint 

shit)bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit)police all at my mommas 

home(that aint shit) 

verse 2: 

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left tha car weeks behind cypress garden projects, east memphis where we make 

the stang, and thats to far bet, nigga hit up fred for some rims, he said 

whatcha like, sold em to our nigga bigga mayne out at mitchell heights, made tha 

quicky change then we went and bought a pound pound, straight ta gangstaz house 

with no remorse we broke it down down, 20 dollar bags all in north memphis serve 

em up, ridin wit these bogus tags, mayne we aint givin a fuck, map core on chelsea 

ave seen tha sucka that we got, we done sold a bag to his patna now he lookin 

hot, raisin up a pistol dawg and nigga started blastin, i returned tha favor, 

you know me no questions askin, donuts in tha lot tha niggaz pulled off we got 

blocked in, i hopped out tha car seen tha police and threw the glock in.to the 

garbage can, they did'nt see me but they caught a nigga wit them three bags 

gangsta fred wit his steel trigga, 

chorus: repeat 2x