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of the day, we fucking survivors
I remember watching Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime
How could I sell this poison
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
some hoes from the club
Pulled up at the light, in benzo with rims 
Now I'm act-in like, I'm holler-in at them
[Project Pat] Wussup with y'all? What
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
[project pat]
1 - walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your fuckin' shit
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal
nigga, man dis shit fucked up!

[Project Pat]
I gotta call from my dawg, Gangsta Fred jus da other day
Met some nigga from da other way, want to purchase
it from here 
Don't sweat that, sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak 
To that project in DC where my man caught his death at 
Over my years I've seen
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
soldiers
But thets the type of cal i live up and hold to
Like Joe Jackson, Lil Emmo
Randy,Sir Pat, God damn
They got bigger, the list go longer
I could
the Nuclear family? Mommy, baby... and Daddy makes a mess of his baby's mother's hair as they fuck 'til her mother comes in from work. She's playing house, he's
nigga's Dee and Blue
Project Pat, ya'll know what to do
Creep through dem streets,
Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
Tear da club up thugs, in this
three four

(spoken)
Gather round friends, why hurry
Let's all stay a little longer

(sing)
Ya oughta see my blue eyed Sally
She live way down
You ought to see my blue eyed Sally
She lives a way down on Shinbone Alley
The number on the gate, the number on the door
And the next house over is
You ought to see my blue eyed Sally
She lives a way down on Shinbone Alley
The number on the gate, the number on the door
And the next house over is
a call, and maybe we'll hang out next week."
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by."
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care,
way down on Shinbone Alley
Number on the gate, the number on the door
The next house over is the grocery store.

Grab your partner, pat her
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
shit, there's no gimmiks, 

Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up. 

Verse 2-(Buk) 

Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up,
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.

Get down, feel the ground,
I live, will I die
God forgive me of my sin
Didn't fully see from Gin
Hot as hell
Lookin' for a way to take me from this pressure
Poverty
we'll hang out next week
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care, guy!"
He got mad,
Hook:     I've got problems
In my fucking house
Bitch would you please
Get the fuck out

[Verse 1]
Trust these hoes, they all slick
I found out, they