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to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

Now let me tell you bout them kingpins
Droppin' Y2K Benz on them rims, bringin' 15 in
They dishin' it out,
doin' it

Bound by honest sword take over the set, rap from here to que-bec
Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet
Swimsuit mammal
a dollar
I don't want to go t county jail no more more more

(Project Pat)
Where is Project? Where is Project?
Here I go here I go
Suckas want to take me
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probly strapped
It’s the Rocky cap, turn my swag on, holla back
Throw a dollar
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
my hand bricka?
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern
French braids, gold teeth-a
I'm out here makin' sense
Plus, I'm out here
New York, Brooklyn
N.Y.M.P, the realest, feel me

Educated, thug music niggaz
This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is project
Real shit,
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's Project Pat on the track
And when they turn they back its the clucka-clucka-rock 'em yeah!

[Chorus] [Project Pat] x2
If you boys got beef we can (roll wit it)
In the club
[intro]
This for all the niggas out there thugg'n
Woday, get 'em up get 'em up...what!

[chorus 2x: master p]
My niggas here we go (huh) from
cold
Beat that Ass up
Till yo bootyhole swole
I'm J-A-M-T-I-G-H-T 4 Life girl
you heard me

J.D & Project huh
Slim & D
Check this out

Verse 2: J.D

Now
Black hoods, cops 'n projects
Sewers flooded with foul blockage
The gutter's wild and every child watches
Changin' top locks with ripped off
of my dollars 
I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders 
I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high 
Watch how many bitches get wild, n-nah-n
get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)

[Project Pat]
Two weeks later, still knowin bout da
Boy picture me com'n shining my motherfuckin' ass off 
Nigga I'm com'n in a Ram on 19's 
I don't want for nothin' livin' the million dollar dream
black-on-black 2G Cadillac

[Hook - Turk]
N****, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they
[E.D.I Amin]
I speak
For all my n****z livin` in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It`s goin` be alright, it`s goin` be alright

[2Pac +
the leaves
In my hand bricka?
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern
French braids, gold teeth
I'm out here makin' sense
Plus, I'm
****s outside of her door
Different day, same s***, old mac, new clip
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip

I'm a boss, but n****s never show no
cause I'm through through

[Project Pat]
Roll up a blunt like light up the green
Eyes red as fire I'm on promethazyne
Roll up another one dipped in
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us

(Repeat chorus 2x)

(Juicy J)

First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
like promethazine some like that yellow
Project Pat that fellow
Hit that from the tailow pur-pur-purple stuff
Pockets sittin' swellow
Dollars I be
Brakin' on some pound 
In tha south 
Memphis fuckin' town
Chiffin' on some hay 
Every day
Like a coupon 

(Chorus) x2

(Project Pat)
I was ridin'
[Repeat: x2]
It's been a long long long long long long long long long long long long time

When I was a kid I used to draw airplanes with stars