[Chorus: Project Pat]
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a nig—
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Makе a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Makе a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lady Bee]
Niggas in the morgue, 'cause another nigga took 'em out, scoped 'em out
Jealousness, brokeness, make some busters wanna click
Gankin' all your road dawgs Me? I'm rollin' shawty dawg
Splurgin' at the fuckin mall, 'cause I stay about my hog
One life to live, too short, but still we just kill each other
Fourty percent black in jail, fourty percent black in Hell
Take it from an older person, the streets is just a death trap
All up in the club, claimin' hoods, knowin' your ass ain't strap
Livin' as a convict, equals to a faggot
If your shank ain't sharp, pick up your soap and turn your ass in
What's up to the guards down at 2-0-1, they straight with me
Corporately, ridin' them fake ass busters claimin' killer, G
Down in my hood everybody smilin' ain't your friend
They want what you got, plus the knife, when it hits your back
You's a damn fool if you scopin' out my legal stash
I'ma have my brother Gino folks lookin' for your ass
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
My nigga Cello and Lil Fred, dead from the bullet wound
The media tryna say it's gang related, but them bitches tradin'
My nigga never gangbang a brother for a color
A murder charge with no heart, they even killed his mother
They burnt up his '93 Cherokee, no fingerprints, no evidence
The nigga that killed him was from the same hood, they grew up with each other, but still no love
News three always changin' shit, that's why I hate them hoes
Always tryna make a nigga look bad, change my style, kiss my ass
The shit goes on, like everyday
That's why a nigga like me gotta say shit that be on my fuckin' mind
Y'all know the fuckin' time
Players that roll clean, they make a nigga scope 'em
Niggas that know 'em, they be the one to smoke 'em
What's up to my nigga Chill Will? Rest in peace, player
Family killin' family over petty for real, still
We gotta come together, slow up on this black on black
You better hear me though, bitch
I'ma run into your ass
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
[Verse 3: Lady Bee]
I grew up as a stepchild, my momma was dead, my daddy once said
That I wouldn't be shit, so now I gotta hustle at the age of seventeen
You gotta save early, when you old, then you count your green
I was just a virgin, back then splurgin' on my body
Niggas loved my shape, but they couldn't bust a grape
Almost everyday I think about this shit when I was young
How this world done changed
Dope, money, weed, runnin' thangs in the ninetys
Husbands shootin' they wife, thinkin' she dead, so he take his life
Suicidal, unforgiven sins, now you hell-type
Funerals real thick, neighborhoods kinda sick
Families havin' a fit, news reporters eat the cat
They don't understand, that we takin' this shit to damn far
They won't recognize, until they move up on our Boulevard
No good, Hollywood, big dope dealers never last
Tryna front another sellout, snitchin' on your monkey ass
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
Make a nigga like me run into your ass
Make a–make a nigga like me run into your ass
This is not a sad occasion y'all
