Lyrics:
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (Shh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (Boom)
Take off his top see how he ride
Bitch I'm rich i don't gotta drive
Think he hard seen his bitch in his eyes
Draco kick taught it muay Thai
Think
[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
floatin')
Get rich or die smokin' (Get rich or die smokin')
Get rich or die loaded, I feel blindfolded (This shit dark)
'Cause this shit ain't what it
Street, nigga, Roosevelt
(Track life forever, ever)
This the project I bang, look
I drive to school with a Taurus-9 (Stop playin'), bitch, I'm out here
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin
round my head like I'm Makaveli
Ya ready?
I pull out the Porsche, I jump in the mazi
Then it's the Wraith again, we'll be rich forever
I pull out
hoes
Got 'em in they feelings 'cause
They bitches in a chokehold
I'm like five minutes away
From gettin' a boatload
And light my whole city up, Porsche
Growin up I was a knucklehead
Boy you never listen to me!
Thats what my momma said
Im from the projects i ain't never had shit
Me and my older
on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play
out-numbered they all gettin' blown apart
They hate on me crazy 'cuz these niggas know I'm hard
They stuck at the bottom, they mad that I'm goin far
These boys
Took a nigga out the projects
Put me in a cul-de-sac
That's why I get it how I live, boy
'Cause you took me
From a young broke nigga to a Rich Boy
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,
'cause I'm
Still on my mom's lease
Threatenin' to raise the rent if I
Don't pick up them park leaves
Ain't nothin' in this world for free
But somehow they
you better be scared
'cause La Chat don't give a fuck about doin time in the fed
[Chorus]
Bitch you claimin yo real
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I'm ready
(Yeah, yeah)
First year being rich
I'm 'bout to cop a house on Riverside
Checkin' off my list
I buy a boat, I put your crib inside
Mental, need
failed
I've been puttin' it on and you know I'ma pop shit, 'cause I'm really for real
I ain't kissin' and tellin', I'ma keep it a racky, nigga never
shit
if it wasn't for incarceration, I'd a been rich
[CHORUS]
I'm a fool
and I'm one of em, who likes to talk about what I'm about
straight up tell ya
of the day, all I need is cheese
Bumping Project Pat, thinkin' Getty green by myself
I don't wanna be seen, I ain't popping out, less i'm with the team
Niggas
drop the burner and burst
Burgundy blood, fell out the thug, he got trapped by a team curse
I'm more relentless, aiming to strap, from off the benches
shit, man, I don't wanna hear it
Talkin' that shit, girl, you better say it clearer
I just wanna know if there's gon' be some interference
'Cause I'm
a project nigga out here tellin' people he rich."
When tha truth is: they wishin' they was in my shoes
I pay dues, with them pistols I made moves
And I'm
nigga to get rich
thugs keep their gats right beside them
true niggas keep their gats 'cause we riders
hold the gauge motherfucker while I blow his
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