Old Ways Songtext
von Project Pat

They gon′ make me go back to my old ways
Shootin' pistols, robbin′ niggas, sellin' yay
300 Pounds of ghetty green on the way
Dope kickers bumpin' Mista don′t play
Homicide, extortion, kickin′ doors, murder
Robbery, assault, kidnap for drugs, murder
Homicide, extortion, kickin' doors, murder
Robbery, assault, kidnap for drugs, murder

Extended clip, one in the head, where the dope?
Sheet mask, hog tied, duct tape and some rope
Hit a lick for half a brown, some pills and some smoke
Gave this bitch a eighth of gas for some motherfuckin′ throat
Kick your door with that chopper, pop your yay, you already know

Deal with the street niggas, word on the street, you a hoe
Never got a burner on you, niggas think that you slow
Plug fuckin' with ya make you a fool, mane, that′s for sure
Lions eat gazelles, you know how the jungle go
They say get up out the street, where a nigga gon' go?
Robbery, drug sales, that′s all a nigga know


Robbery or extortion, pussy nigga, make your choice, nigga

They gon' make me go back to my old ways
Shootin' pistols, robbin′ niggas, sellin′ yay
300 Pounds of ghetty green on the way
Dope kickers bumpin' Mista don′t play
Homicide, extortion, kickin' doors, murder
Robbery, assault, kidnap for drugs, murder
Homicide, extortion, kickin′ doors, murder
Robbery, assault, kidnap for drugs, murder

Heard this sucker a street over really gettin' it in
Information gotten from a OG in the pen
Say his daddy was a gangster, but now he not respected
Son had a sheltered life, he was street neglected
On the strength of his daddy name, plugs fuckin′ with it
OG say it's green light on that boy, so go and get it


Choppers with them night scopes, we make no mistakes
Me and my dog lit that back door like a birthday cake
Headed to the bedroom, nigga came out bustin'
My AK spit that dragon fire, lead it started puffin′
Nigga screamin′, "Stop shootin', what you niggas want?"
I said, "Where that motherfuckin′ money, bitch, and all that dope?"
Nigga took me to his stash and we took all his shit
25 Ps of Cali and a fuckin' quarter brick

Now that′s a true lick, I came up in the hood

I came up off that hood, my nigga, it's understood
You feel me?

They gon′ make me go back to my old ways
Shootin' pistols, robbin' niggas, sellin′ yay
300 Pounds of ghetty green on the way
Dope kickers bumpin′ Mista don't play
Homicide, extortion, kickin′ doors, murder
Robbery, assault, kidnap for drugs, murder
Homicide, extortion, kickin' doors, murder
Robbery, assault, kidnap for drugs, murder