Artist: Fat Pat Album: Ghetto Dreams Song: Tha Last Man Standin' Typed by: soundwave70@hotmail.com Bottom all the way to the top And it seems like a struggle but I had to get out, no doubt Bout my paper so I had to mash, 150 on my dash So you know I'm rollin fast, all about my cash Ain't no time to play, put it in perspective Time for ho-checkin, bitchmade nigga wreckin What, uh, with that talkin down shit But don't know shit, but all up on my dick? Miss me with that sideways shit, I'm on a mission Pay attention, watch the news, got my shoes, pay ya own dues And pick ya own fools to ride wit, get high wit That do or die shit, that no lie shit We multiply chips and gain fat grips, but I tell you If yo eyes ain't open, they'll get ya, if I catch em I smoke em Uh, if I catch em I smoke em, uh, if I catch em I smoke em [Chorus] I kept my mind on my paper - yeah, I stayed on my grind While the haters and the hoes - yeah, they all talked down All the way to the top is the way it gotta be It's the Mister in the place, so what do you see? (2x) Pullin up on the corner, jumpin out my Benz Holla at that boy Tony and a couple more friends Conversatin about Benjamins and niggas who owed us ends Pulled Tony to the side, asked him if he wanted to make quick wins A couple of chickens, Tony was game And I ain't seen that boy to this very day I'm rollin with my nine, on sight it's going down Blastin for my green, puttin it all on the line I couldn't believe it, good guy gone bad But when I catch that cat, he wish he never had The streets be bumpin bout sitations, bout takin care of my business Hell naw cuz, I ain't bullshittin, that nigga's gonna get it [Chorus] Playas get gangsta too (that's right) Jumpin out my gators into my stomping boots To make a nigga feel it if it's like that Cuz knucklin up ain't a nothing for Mr. Fat Pat But ain't about no bullshit, all about my mail Stack my ends, floss my Benz, aid my clientele That he say she say - a bunch of bullshit Just mad cuz a nigga fuckin his bitch and tryna get rich And what about the snitch, that boy ain't say nothin Put his body in a bodybag and burnt off on my buttons Came struttin through the lobby, I seen that boy Tony The Lord only know that I had my pistol on me Do or die situations, hesitation will get me killed And I knew that Tony had his pistol up in here Gunshots rang out and I'm tha last man standin Mr. Fat Pat standin strong bustin him with his goddamn cannon [Chorus]