Stick This Tone lyrics

[Intro: Caller & Project Pat]
Hello, hello?
Man, Pat, what's up, man?
What's up, n*gga
Man, these n*ggas done came up in the motherf*ckin' crib and got me for my sh*t, dog
Yeah, man, uhhh
What if I told you, I was that n*gga
Man, quit playin' though, for real though, man
No, you ain't hearin' me dog
I got your motherf*ckin' sh*t, n*gga
What the f*ck you gon' do about it?
f*ck you, n*gga, I'll see you, boy

[Verse 1: Crunchy Black]
See, I could hit-a hit-a, stick-a stick-a, get a n*gga fast
I'm kickin' in some doors, I'm puttin' a n*gga on his ass
And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag
A body-f*ckin'-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask
I stick-a, stick-and move, I body-body bruise
I break the f*ckin' law and I ain't playin' with you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool
I lock and f*ckin' load and let that motherf*cker loose (Blaow)

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
I know this n*gga, who got punked out after every class
He was a b*tch in school and now, he tote a gun and badge
Put on a uniform and now he think, he super bad
Man, f*ck your vest, you still get laid to rest, under the grass
I do not give a f*ck because you are a officer
I put you in your coffin, sir, you f*ckin' with a slaughterer
Some police don't serve protective
They bangin' pus*y in projects
Some n*ggas pay him off, to sell they dope around his set
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Since you's a on n*gga, on n*gga, f*ck with your boy
Knowin' good and well, I grew up with your boy
You's a on n*gga, on n*gga, don't try to flauge
You gonna make a n*gga like me catch a charge
You's a on n*gga, on n*gga, f*ck with your boy
Knowin' good and well, I grew up with your boy
You's a on n*gga, on n*gga, don't try to flauge
You gonna make a n*gga like me catch a charge

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Breakin laws, Glock in draws, whip it out and take a taste
You can smell my f*ckin' nuts, while this tone is in your face
Shove the barrel down your throat
Inhale bullets like some smoke
I'ma leave you b*tches dead, cut a sunroof in your head
You get stomped in your mug, when I shoot, then I peel out
Right before that happen, I'ma tear your f*ckin' grill out
Beat you b*tches down, 'til you covered in your own blood
Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no f*ckin' love
And one of y'all n*ggas wanna get some, I got some
Blow they f*ckin' ass off, double barrel shotgun
Don't be comin' my way, bodys stank like moth-balls
Swing a iron bat to your head like a golf ball
Ride up on your ass, then I let the luger sweep
I'm the judge and the jury, when I see you in the street
It's the Project n*gga roll, ready man, to kill a ho
Put the thang to you head, squeeze the trigger, let it blow
[Chorus: Project Pat]
On n*gga, on n*gga, f*ck with your boy
Knowin' good and well, I grew up with your boy
You's a on n*gga, on n*gga, don't try to flauge
You gonna make a n*gga like me catch a charge