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Albums:

Running Scared [1986 Original Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Don't Be Scared (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Scared to Dance [Bonus Tracks] (The Skids) · Don't Be Scared [Promo] (Poe) · Scared to Death (H.I.M.) · Running Scared [Single] (Roy Orbison) · Scared Famous (Ariel Pink) · Scared of the Dark (Adam Tensta) · What Are You So Scared Of? (Tonight Alive) · Running Scared (Roy Orbison) – and 90 other albums »


of, my nigga you stay up
Locked down now the town gettin' my pay up
It's Project Pat, the haters scream, "Oh no"
Hypnotize stackin' money by the boat
to jail no a mo' mo'

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
Ba-ba-buka chickens don't be kissin me
Like Alfred Hitchcock this really ain't no mystery
Tha game don't
is I'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black
That's fried chicken
indian and black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetitite for destruction but I
chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin' fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate
I love

[Chorus]
chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin' fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate
I love

[Chorus]
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fat

Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain’t shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain’t shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
maintainin'
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we
maintainin'
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm
slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat
Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit
the rolling stone tour (ah-ahhh!)
Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
[all] one, two, three,
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
room to breathe 
Surrounded by murderous felons  drinks and bags of weed 
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I 
I'm automatic trample in your static
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]