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letra de 5x - fat pat

[intro: fat pat, pymp tyte, both]
five times to your chest, may you rest in pieces
the punk polices, k!lling other n-ggas like diseases
screaming “jesus” on your knees, please help yo child
no witnesses, no sentences, so f-ck the judge and his trial

[verse 1: pymp tyte]
light up a blunt for my n-ggas who is dead and gone
in big memories, makin’ sure they names live on
i get my hustle on, tryna get rich off of zone
poke a smoke like cheech & chong
can’t be ripped in the stone
punk, the problem, but the judge is sick and tired of seeing me
locked me under stiles unit, swallow the master p
but it’s all about red shop, k!ller weed and fat
not long type of life, it won’t stop ’til we reach the top
they say life is a b-tch ’til you learn how to pimp
many busters built enough to watch them burst like a puma
keep my mind on my riches, my b-tches on corners
the late reactions ’cause the weed relax my thoughts like a song

[verse 2: fat pat]
as i blow marijuana, i warn ya, crime do pay
picking my throws, smoking my dope, just like back in the old days
flipping them 20-inch blades, some n-ggas call them slab-cutters
tvs all up in the headrests on coach leather [?]
b-tches blowin’ up my number on my cele-telle phone
that’s why i keep that b-tch alone because i’m never at home
i see a pusher in my zone, player, time to get [?]
throw a hander out the bag, time to wrap a mean bag
make his whole family sad
it’s the break-a-b-tch grad, late for school gettin’ high, sit in the back of the class
even though i failed math, i learned the commas through cash
five times to your chest, i had you sportin’ a bloodbath, n-gga
[chorus: fat pat, pymp tyte, both]
five times to your chest, may you rest in pieces
the punk polices, k!lling other n-ggas like diseases
screaming “jesus” on your knees, please help yo child
no witnesses, no sentences, so f-ck the judge and his trial
five times to your chest, may you rest in pieces
the punk polices, k!lling other n-ggas like diseases
screaming “jesus” on your knees, please help yo child
no witnesses, no sentences, so f-ck the judge and his trial

- fat pat

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