Lyrics:
trying to get this s**t
Stoney Rivers, B 2 Da 3rd. Shoutout to all n***as out there
We gettin dis money, By Any Means Necessary still Ya dig?
Creepin up
like promethazine some like that yellow
Project Pat that fellow
Hit that from the tailow pur-pur-purple stuff
Pockets sittin' swellow
Dollars I be
yon bit la
Lè rap fèt m pat la men se mwen ki koupe kòd lonbrit la
Eske gen yon lwa ki di siw rapè fò jeans li ra bonday?
Pouki'n oblije fè rap si lè'n
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
a** n****s
So if you see one you know what you do?
[Chorus 2x]
Stick em up stick em up b**** stick em up
Put ya hands up where I can see em see em
Tempurpedic got pallets all on the floor n shit
Like wen ya down on ya ass nowhere to go n shit
Aye
Imma trust in da process switch up da project
Litt bit
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(Juicy J)
First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us
my guns
All my women
Ryc is chillin
Sorta like a villain
Surrounded by funky fresh n fly women
Some um is poolside, some um is swimmin
Some um
stay on
Bread just like a tuna melt phantom door
Suicide like that shit gon' shoot it'self
Diamonds diamonds in my chain
Dollars dollars on my mind
Money
a dollar
(Is 'bout a dollar)
I'ma keep ballin' like D-Rose
Fuck all that nonsense
(Fuck all that nonsense)
Labels keep blewin' up my phone
They love my
I go by them goon rules
You say get em bet I gotcha
Got a problem wit the bro
Or Touch my ho n I might pop ya
Disrespectful from a distance
[Mannie Fresh]
Look a here, look a here, look a here
New Mannie, Louisiana up in here ya heard me
With the Project English album,
And I'm gonna let
Get crunk in this motherf***er
Drunk in this motherf***er
N**** step up and get stomped in this motherf***er
Dumped in this motherf***er
Stuck in
stretch marks and that cellulite
All this shit a' make a
Dollar in their proper places
I'm making big bass more loud in your faces
Ciroc by the cases
Thank you Project Pat
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
Repping the good guys always doing bad shit
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
riight
[Chorus] - repeat 2x
[Fat Pat]
They hatin us why they do us like dat
Because we players may take hoes and hold nothin back
You lovin deez hoes I'm
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
ebola
Like agents marketing cola
To old school cats like Apies Kalola (Ou my 'n dollar) ('Lola)
Asking for a dollar
The busyness of the city is
[intro]
This for all the niggas out there thugg'n
Woday, get 'em up get 'em up...what!
[chorus 2x: master p]
My niggas here we go (huh) from
advise you niggas (don't fuck with me)
[Project Pat]
Real players like to smoke a
Stroke a offa in her throat
Bend over let me poke her
Don't take me for
to the N
God blessed me with the million dollar pen
See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air
That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised
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