Lyrics:
shining
Off my watch like to rocking Jay-Z
Project Pat is D-B-I foreign rides
Duffle bags of bread stayin Cali high
Pills, weed and pussy, and pussy
Pills,
remember those latter days
Them tubleware, soul food platter days
That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays
Back then, when it really didn't matter
Shouldna stepped to me at all
You weak busta!
[Project Pat]
A mistaken ID
Wanna put me in the po-key
'cause I'm on parole
Police swearing that they
Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only
tha ice glistenin', man
I know it make you want to go get it bad
But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you
But it was a hassle trying to buy Jordans
My nigga hustle all day in
Front of the corner store to get a pair
Niggas killed him right in front the mall
endz
Playin' no games, ya hear me?
ya hear me?, ya hear me?
yeah, niggas like, Triple 6
DJ Paul, Juicy J, (breathes and hisses)
Gangsta Boo, Project Pat
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out
Goodbye, goodbye, I don't wanna say
Goodbye, goodbye, is it too late?
Forget you and the smile on your face
I'm sorry, but I gotta get on hellway
Hustle
bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne
Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again,
get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south
(Still breaking
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
Give em karate blows
Liu Kang the way I kick it, bumping Wu Tang
Try to protect the neck, I? from ya boo thang
Parking lot of the blue flame
Flows hotter
Give em karate blows
Liu Kang the way I kick it, bumping Wu Tang
Try to protect the neck, I? from ya boo thang
Parking lot of the blue flame
Flows hotter
That hating ish Nall I don't really Get that
Ya boy say I'm eh but his chic Really with that
Talk ya little chatter Yea ya lil pit pat
Boss baby
to tha point
Here, (yesssir) Project Pat album underground album, in stores right now (rite
Now nigga!) what's tha name of that junt? Mista don't playyyy.
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
Ayo, Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out
no do
So hustle for yourself no competition
Olowo laiye mor
If you no get money
No body go dey for you
Ko tete ya mor
Ko tete ya mor uhmm uhmm
Olowo
Momo production
Get ya get ya work up
Get ya work get ya get ya get ya work up
Get ya work get ya work up
I'm rich bitch!
Get ya get ya work up
Get
Like I got paid by Pat riley
Real hood baby want Trina to fuck Kylie
I'm wildin'n out of town and mean business in my set
Put the hustler in and hustla
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
I stay sharp as always
Runnin' ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
Dumpin' crews
Yea Yea
Trynna hustle with that pack
Trynna make that shit back yea yea
I'm surrounded by these niggas
And surrounded by these killers yea yea
Trynna
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
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