90 Days

(album: Layin' Da Smack Down - 2002)

Guard in background: (Doors! Nigga watch your head! Doors!)
Project pat: Mane these folks got me down here on some bullshit A-GAIN! Mane, I can't believe this shit, mane! Mane look mane Gansta! Gangsta! So what they talking 'bout, what they talk what they talking 'bout giving me? what they talking 'bout?
Gangsta Fred: Mane I'm finna run with this 90 days
Project pat: That 90 days? Aww that straight! That's straight, they gon' cut that shit in half at the penna farm! Man I'm bout to gon' sign for this 90 days! I'm finna sign for this shit mane cause this shit over with!
(90 days, out!)
Mane go out here get on swole
(Sell some of them cigarettes)
(Mane 90 days mane with them cigarettes mane we gon-)

It was a hot summers night, I was kicking it with gangsta
Fred out at hide park rolling chasing paper
Know we keep tha best of green so you know I'm smoking
Lotta niggas out here clean so you know I'm scoping
I ain't wit' that scuffing shit, or wit' being broken
Waiting for a sucka' to slip, yeah that's what I was hoping
Spotted me a nigga, candy paint, a hundred spoking
Sipping on his liquor, wit that blowface on that coking
Bullets they will burn, just like lava that is molten
You victims will learn to resist'll get ya croaking
Always kept a thang and bandana never knowing
When I have ta git my mane, pull 'em out and poke 'em
All up in ya grill, ya drops it off, 'cause I have spoken
I know that you're sick, but let's not get ya momma moping
Snatched him out tha car, hit tha gas, dawg it's hissing
He done came on down, but out his head a patch was missing

Ninety days at tha Penna farm (that ain't shit)
Three bags and a firearm (that ain't shit)
Bogus tags and a bench warrant (that ain't shit)
Police all at my momma home (that ain't shit)
Ninety days at tha Penna farm (that ain't shit)
Three bags and a firearm (that ain't shit)
Bogus tags and a bench warrant (that ain't shit)
Police all at my momma home (that ain't shit)

Left tha car on bricks behind Cypress Garden projects
East Memphis where we make the stang, and that's 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 gangsta's house with no remorse we broke it down-down
Twenty dollar bags all in north Memphis serving 'em up
Riding wit these bogus tags, mane, we ain't giving a fuck
Map core, on Chelsea Ave, seen tha sucka that we got
We done sold a bag to his patna' now he looking hot
Raisin up a pistol dawg and nigga started blasting
I returned tha favor you know me no questions asking
Donuts in tha lot tha niggas pulled off we got blocked in
I hopped out tha car seen tha police and threw the Glock in
To the Garbage can, they didn't see me but they caught a nigga
Wit them three bags, Gangsta fred wit' his steel trigga

Ninety days at tha Penna farm (that ain't shit)
Three bags and a firearm (that ain't shit)
Bogus tags and a bench warrant (that ain't shit)
Police all at my momma home (that ain't shit)
Ninety days at tha Penna farm (that ain't shit)
Three bags and a firearm (that ain't shit)
Bogus tags and a bench warrant (that ain't shit)
Police all at my momma home (that ain't shit)