Lyrics:
Communism and capitalism hold each other by the throat
The tug-of-war between these two ideologies result in a
Historic turning point in our world
The First
house parties in the projects
We goin` all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I`m gonna buy me a gun
Then what`s next?
Food and Sex,
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
a beretta
Need y'all to run it back, boo, where the dollars at?
When I'm off that liquor, I feel like I'm Project Pat
Bitch, you really, really wack,
Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang
This goes out to all real niggas mane
You gettin' that money you gotta
Keep gettin' that cheese man
You know what
You couldn't
Money ain't an object
Working on our project
Anything that you want
Girl you got it
It's a lovely day
This is the way
We live in comfort
involved from a far, affected by the street laws
Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls
Nick's and garden projects this is me
So in this white man world
Can't let 'em fuck up a nigga dreams
Appreciate me
Fuck 'em, I done came up from nothin'
In these projects still hustlin'
name
I'm so fascinated by your curves how you twirl give me some of that thang
They say I'm lost in this world but they words ain't bringing no change
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
eyes
My Father, I realized you are evil
Father may your blood purify your sins of this world
I will make sure you will be gone
In this life and the next
And what comes in tow may be lacking soul
I
Shoot to improve from project to project
But I can't help thinking, "Is all this hard work nonsense?"
Cause it's
motherfuckin' round, so I'ma give him respect Gettin' it how he live in this project livin' [Hook - Hakiem] In the project, niggas don't wan' see you come up You
replayed
Over and over, like nah this shits a mistake
It hurts you're not here now to see the difference you made
From all over the world respects given
Young man
I know you're hurting bad
So go and ask your dad if we can go have a chat
Because I think you need to hear this young man
Young man
I know
fit's
A bitch act up in the club
I see his ass in the lot
A bitch act up in the club
See you in the parking lot, nigga
(Project Pat) you lames talking
of what you project
Some of us gon die about respect
I was taught to keep my feet on they neck
Living in a world they perpetrate perfect
Just be mindful
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
a project brick
Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that's my starter kit
I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
I'd rather be judged by six than
She's darker than a child's deepest sleep
And into his mind she creepsÂ
In this world of lies and confusion
She's the only thing not clouded by
the money in the world couldn't change me
No diamond rings or them fancy cars
Cause my niggas in the hood would of let me
Holler this because
(I'm from
in school and think like everything went by the board, got no way out...
This project came to show ya some light, saying nothing got lost, keep your
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
turn and run
A jester smiles and takes you by the hand
To Project Shangri-la just beyond this door
Watch for falling stars and rainbows
Time will
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