Lyrics:
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
Intro
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin G's...
Verse One
Hey Yo doctor, here's
[Intro]
Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend)
We gon' do one more offerin right now
We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes
And we gon' do one
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
[Intro: Desert Eagle]
(Tell me... tell me...)
What would you do? Hillside Scramblers
Loose links, what would you?
Uh, check it, yo, yo, yo
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
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
another man with heat handle beef
Chamber Music, fuckin' the party up in
Chamber Music, fuckin' the party up in
Yo, spark the intro, relevant info
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
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 shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
Intro
Aye, Aye.
Hop out smoking hallelujah.
Ridin, around with my jeweler.
My jeweler say I need a shooter.
Steph Curry I'm my own shooter.
[Intro: RZA]
Eh-yo, Kinetic
What up God? You got that glock cleaned?
Soaked those bullets in oil?
So yo, I'ma call the Black Knights up
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
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
Damn
Middle of the projects with my gun in my hand
Most don't have a choice, so we choose to take a chance
Gambling
What you gon' do when it's time
From the islands to the mountains
Where pioneers engineering
New sounds concurring
Bounce to the reflex it's alien music
Project new visions of light
to the projects
Some shit she ain't used to
A hood nigga fa sho that's to the fullest
Ay tell them lame ass niggas to eat a bullet
Playin' hooky I was tryna get her
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,
[Intro]
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
Act a ass wit it, back ya ass wit it
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
You
to the mouth, ya heard?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Silkk the Shocker]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me start by sayin off the bat nigga, I don't give a fuck
I'm in a project
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