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Signs of Existence (Mygrain) · Signs of Life (Martin Carthy) · Two For One: Heaven In The Real World/Signs Of Life (Steven Curtis Chapman) · Signs of Life (Poets of the Fall) · The Bootleg Series, Vol. 8: Tell Tale Signs - Rare and Unreleased 1989-2006 (Bob Dylan) · Plus Signs (Burton Cummings) · Signs (Gerald Veasley) · Signs (Gerald Veasley) · Signs & Signifiers (JD McPherson) · Signs of Life (Penguin Cafe Orchestra) – and 90 other albums »


niggas live and some sell garbage that's
Projects
Try to escape the flyin' shells dodgin'
New york projects
I'm livin' large yo, stop miragin'

Sign
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
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
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
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
So the projects know
Gotta million dollar profit
Singin' project notes
Just know...

[Chorus: x2]

(This what I'm talkin bout right here Poe...)
I'm the project hoe
That means, everytime I talk, the projects spoke
And we in the same struggle
So the projects know
Gotta million dollar profit
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
talking}
Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca,
The motherfucking Tear da Club up Thugs, GangstaBoo, Indo G, its on.
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!!
teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It’s the Rocky cap, turn my swag on, holla back
Throw
"In an enemy land..."
"Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises
We could cripple their national defence
So, you Professor Finkle, the world's
and wasn't qualified
Had to see a pal of mine, got to get the lightning rod
Now I'm in the black Impala looking for the dollar sign 
Palms get the itching
to be to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da schools of the wack
From
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
It's the bomb, baby 
The bomb, baby 
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes 

[Verse 1] 
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
I stand
Honey all that good shit tell me, who's the man?
From, here to Bangkok, I sign my John Hancock
on the contract, it's like 1-2-3 Contact
Kick
ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris
Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold
Signs from the most
Who rocks the best 

Niggas want to picket sign and protest 

From Hempstead to Westbury 

I'm 3 platinum LPs 

Take off them Stobalees 

Now
to get a job and wasn't qualified
Had to see a pal of mine, got to get the lightning rod
Now I'm in the black Impala looking for the dollar sign
Palms
or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris
Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold
Signs
dollar signs
You need to stay out of mine
And that's the bottom line
But I'ma Keep It Trill

HOOK 3

VERSE 3
I still keep a tool for you snitches
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
Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers
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