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Mouth to Mouth (Lipps, Inc.) · Mouth to Mouth [Bonus Tracks] (The Levellers) · Mouth by Mouth (His Name Is Alive) · Mouth by Mouth [Bonus Track] (His Name Is Alive) · Mouth to Mouth (The Levellers) · Mouth to Mouth (The Levellers) · Mouth to Mouth [Bonus DVD] (The Levellers) · Write On, Capt'n (Jack McDuff) · Write Me Back [Deluxe Edition] [Bonus Tracks] (R. Kelly) · Will Write Songs for Food (Mac Davis) – and 90 other albums »


write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
[Chorus]
Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash
Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast
Don't let them
off your shoulders

(Project Pat)
Mister murderer robbers
Niggas with some charges
You fake mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
right
So while you're still there lookin' stupid in the face
Ya better get lost with ya pat-pat bass

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out y'all
Atlantic-Richfield
Writes his check
Pats him on the back
And he's
Bound just to drag that ball and chain
Bound just to drag that ball and chain
His mama don't cut this
and simple) 
Write it in your book, kid 
Dear, dear diary...check it out 

Yo Rob Swift! (Rob Swift gets business) x4 

All you got to do is just set it 
Better
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
Project Pat hittin' the switch

Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga want to steal my
freestyle much so
I write em like such
Amongst the fiends
Controlled by the screens
What does it all mean
All this shit IĆ¢??m seein
Human beings scream
Then why is this verse coming six times rehearsed 
I don't freestyle much but write 'em like such (word) 
Amongst times controlled by the screen 
What
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
featuring Project Pat 



{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]} 

who the crunkest in this motherfucker? 

[folks on the right.] 

who the crunkest in
Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, put his hoodie on the couch, his Timberlands up on the chair so his bitch can bring him a beer. So, this is
I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
A newport is all I can give ya' player
So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater
Soldiers march inside my mouth
Slide down my throat, crawl inside my womb
And leave a hand grenade in my son's arms
Pre-birth occupation
You wait
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up 
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up

Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun)     (4X)

[Project Pat]
I'm
to blast
Any false move will leave a nigga on their back
Wodie I'm young but strictly bout my cash
Fuck petty check I want it in thousand dollar stash
and winning Oscars

Yeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat, Lyfe Jennings
If you can believe, you can achieve every damn bug
'Round us a good day, yeah

Seventeen years
Standing by the speaker, suddenly I had this
Fever, was it me or either summer madness
Cause I just can't stand around
So I get closer
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
soul seachin
Still strollin these clubs with no purpose
Stay in the mall and won't purchase
Straight boostin
Bad checks or they leasin they mouth
Robbers
the pressure on you
Put the extra effort on you
Write a motha fuckin letter to you and your editors too, threatin you
Detective check your mail and your
act up cause you might leave in a hearse
Yo check this yo
I want to give a big up to all my Now Rule people
You know the flavor, Projects M.O.
Lincoln