Lyrics:
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
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
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
women and children killed by the police and shit
Niggas ain't gon' forget that, you know what I mean?
Yo, what this war just show me is like, whatever you
Four pounds and nines blast at the same time
Thinking is my life on the line really?
Can't afford to second guess overcome by the stress
Got to move
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
me your flaws
Show me what makes you a person
Show me who you are
This is all that I play
By ear
This is all that I need
Right here
If it can be
we chillin' with Pat, straped with them gats
Be ready to attack, all you hatin' ass niggaz
That wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real
stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me
and take it, like Project Pat We Gon Rumble
Now they told me couldn't do what I want to
But I can now 'cause baby I made it
Now they told me couldn't do what
While I'm on my way to business
In a coupe with a chicken goof
Bumpin Project Pat
Drinking goose
I cant eat a rat
Chicken aint that bad
Hit up Coop for
the street
Hypnotize, stackin' riches and you
Ain't got a dime
Poppin' slugs into snitches cuz
I ain't doin' time
Project Pat, I'm in this mutha
I know you
of the woods where my house is at
Sitting on a stack
Looking out the window, deer playing Pitty Pat
Watch 'em piggyback
I pity that, gimmie that
Like we in
like hella scrap scrap
Ion like to talk you can’t catch me going tit for tat
I’m in memphis bitch i feel like project pat
And i miss my bitches i been
for the show (show, show, show)
Hustling cash we bagging no jokes
Taking the roads we spinning the ropes
Living the slum cities, talking projects
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
on properly?
You know, hittin' them kush ups
Puff, puff, pass, nigga project Pat
Nasty Man, Bun B, let's go
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff,
Masked up like an infamous bandit
Quarter for the 40 nigga ask that's it?
If I'm not at ya bitch crib I'm in transit
Stones Pat $wazy they dirty
roll, c'mon
I got this young chick, she so immature
She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?"
Like to show out in public, throw tantrums
life, the 1000 Winds Project
By TheChrisAllen.com
One more than 999 individual pristine 24-bit fart recordings
Quoting the site, captured using
a trance
It's somethin' funny made by me and it's called the Biz Dance
I think the way I do it is so unique
By the way I move my hands, hip,s legs
She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober
Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
like TLC the way I'm splashin' (whoa)
Drippin' passion, wristwatch Alaskan
I feel like Project Pat the way I'm passin' this
Blunt to my lips, one
flow
My Paths starts to show
Pure that i know
My mind starts to blow
The night whispers secrets untold
hand in hand oh please just hold
Growing by
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