This is Personal lyrics

[Hook: Project Pat]
Walked up to your house, knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f*ckin' sh*t, then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b*tch, so we gon' leave the cash
"What you n*ggas want with me?", to torture your ass
Walked up to your house, knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f*ckin' sh*t, then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b*tch, so we gon' leave the cash
"What you n*ggas want with me?", to torture your ass

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
The blazin' sun refers to us as the sun is blindin' me besides
Infrared wine, Hypnotize Minds right behind
Packin' plenty heat for you n*ggas wit some beef
Beef is what I ? to be keep your mom up off the streets
Never said you were my friend, f*ck this rap, I'll get revenge
Stick a knife up in your stomach, pull it out and stick it in again
Ghetto kings and queens, if you wit me, let me know
Pull up off your f*ckin' blunt, hit another line of blow
Badder than a school of kids, they just want to f*ckin' see
Clicked up with the triple 6, you don't know who you're f*ckin' wit
Not to play for cheap, got you ? to JB
And some gas wit your ??? live as you could be
Talkin' sh*t about Miss Lady cuz you think that you the sh*t
Beat you with a f*ckin' bat, dump your body in a ditch
Guess you know who you are, keep a watch out on your car
If you open up a door or bump, I'll blow your ass to Mars
[Hook: Project Pat]
Walked up to your house, knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f*ckin' sh*t, then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b*tch, so we gon' leave the cash
"What you n*ggas want with me?", to torture your ass
Walked up to your house, knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f*ckin' sh*t, then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b*tch, so we gon' leave the cash
"What you n*ggas want with me?", to torture your ass

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Nicky nack, patty wack, slap a chick in the back
With the yak, ? paper red, just another Black dead
Was it dope? Nah Love? Was they weak and soft?
Honey says weed got a n*gga sayin' f*ck a job
Kill and rob, gettin' up on some dope
The mentality of the black male, if he dies, that's a casualty
It gon' be even worser times in the time to come
Bigger blunts to blaze, so you best pack a bigger gun
Give me some, give me some, drop it off you selfish b*tch
Motto of a killer when he's out here tryin' to take your sh*t
Project spit nothin' but the real, so my n*ggas kill
Where I'm comin' from, south side out the ghetto slums
With them guns always stayin' c*cked, where them killers hang
Playas slangin' rocks ??? where your n*ggas bang
When you sing like canaries do, then you do my nig
Slugs comin' right through your door, if you can dig
[Hook: Project Pat]
Walked up to your house, knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f*ckin' sh*t, then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b*tch, so we gon' leave the cash
"What you n*ggas want with me?", to torture your ass
Walked up to your house, knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your f*ckin' sh*t, then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal b*tch, so we gon' leave the cash
"What you n*ggas want with me?", to torture your ass