Lyrics:
Yeah, Juicy J in the house with my nigga Project motherfuckin' Pat
Lettin' you niggas know about respect
You know what I'm sayin
We gets respect
Opalocka, floppin dem candy paints
Chrome Daytons, 12 pack of 12s in the seven trey
Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place
Get murdered for
Hypnotize Minds Productions
Presents
(Yeah) New Project Pat
Project Pat
It's goin' down
Aah
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Logic of a snitch, "You ain't know, but I'mma let you in"
"Why would I do ten, when I can go on and turn in my friend?"
Not pokin' fun, Project Pat is
I'ma poster child for the hustle
You a poser child for them bustas
Game up for grabs, I'ma take it
Try to stay down like the pavement
Live by
soldiers, I thought I told ya
Let's get ready to rumble, them niggas stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We
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
nigga project Pat, get 'em
Patter, it's pumpin' for the strapper
A hundred louis belt and shoes
Money up to Gucci, we got chickens
Tossing chickens
What
sips on sysurp)
Get it by the 8, by the pint
(or by the kisurp)
Some might take ya high, or a down
(or a bisurp)
Whatever you can stand, floats ur
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,
you can never get too comfortable
We ran up on a date that knew all about the hustle
Money, money, motive, motives, grind
Money, money, motive, motive,
nigga get lost you know what my wrist cost
You see why ya bitch choose blinded by the big Jews
She ain't seen it can't knock the hustle I'm still
and don’t wife em
Left him on read while I’m typing
By any means imma get it
Whatever they said I did I did it
I don’t write I just say it
Get
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
the better days?
The have to get up days to cheff
Up yay just to get us paid (we hustle hard)
You see never it fails most of
My homies either dead or jail
Where ya at on Hustle Avenue (Hustler)
Where ya been on Hustle Avenue (Grind)
Where ya friends on Hustle Avenue (Get it)
We ain't playing out here
bricks (to projects bricks, y'all)
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix (you know)
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now
Now check it
bricks (to projects bricks, y'all)
Remember to keep the Mos Def in the mix (you know)
Straight butter hits, drop as a good as it gets now
Now check it
out here breaking rules skipping school fuck a college
Jumping off the porch just to get they names heard in the projects
I can look you in ya eyes
that ain't wanna shine with a nigga so I got on my grind
Yeah
Had to go get it right now by myself hit the block I won't wasting no time
Yeah
Now I got
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
with the ice, when the
(crrrck) it'll quick drop
Passed by the trap, that's wassam
You can get by! Retarded!
Stripper getting money by the ziplock
aye)
But I got ya, you know, the whole Wild Moneys
(Soats, Northside, Southside, Eastside, Chicago), get up outta here
(Man! Westside!)
This has
ain't a thang you can do
To get back in either you won't even get the
Privilege to suck peter
(Project Pat) i don't need you anymore
(that's right,
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