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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
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin' 
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin' 
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
and turn to money
The green ill leafs, the evil roots and the seed is greed, paint enemy
Like time the streets is calling me to feed

Chorus x8

(project
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
and try to take shit 
Found his body, in the projects, naked 
I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now 
I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
Handle
Man, Project Pat in the house 
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money 
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot 
Better
that, I laugh at competition 
I'm champion nigga, I can't be sunned 
Check the royal posture, by the way where's my oscar 
Crack your legs like
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
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
slug to your grill 
You can feel this 
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me 
Project Pat is down 
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool 
We
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
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
Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green
Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
Nine
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
high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said