Lyrics:
done Tsung like Shang
Up the heat and burn him, his bitch screamin
Aang
He leanin' like wock when I flock him, no flame
Project Explizit ain't fucking
A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
he ain't sharing
If that's her man no respect
Weak ass nigga I detect
She live across town by the big play ground
Across the street from the projects
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
that
Talk ya little chatter Yea ya lil pit pat
Boss baby player If ya really ain't know
CEO I kick back relax my feet
Xscape into da beat heavenly
game it ain't the same, so don't cry baby
Just sit by Mixxy, but dimed us cam D
So I stack my backpack (for the raps), going to Cali (comin back)
Tricks
the poppy, see
We ain't scared to shoot
Carry three pieces on me
Like a Steve Harvey suit
I'm on my Method Man shit
The 3 west coast Wu Tang members now exist
days but things ain't change
[Chorus x2: all Nas samples]
"Nasty-Nasty-Nasty Nas is a rebel to America"
"Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure"
dead and gone
I ain't never been scared, I lived through tragic
Situation could've been dead lookin' back at it
Most of that shit didn't even have
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted
the speaker box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about though you just tweet a lot
Sold a couple souls for resale like the sneaker spots
Certified authentic
lifespan
Ain't goin', I'ma be here a while, longevity
Some people scared of me, some people tryin' to test me
Made this, and when I am, I get no sleep
How I
em
Empty the clip reload & keep popping salute me
I have em circle ya crib in a Hoopty or get stomped out by Mongo ,black or Bookie
cllahu ckbar I'm
BITCH YOU GONNc GET PEELE
Gangsta Boo:
Call my nigga project pat
Dog i got the ends, I need 20's navigation 500s benz
Real quick can I flip the script
I
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
coming
{Project Pat}
so you want to try a
nigga with the nine-a
creep up from behind ya
like the macarena
shoot ya in your spine-a
strap ya
these projects got a nigga fucked up in the head
gotta stay high to survive, I ain't gone lie these streets be havin a
nigga wanna die
bein a breeder
I need a clap clap clap
You see me doing my thing
I need a pat pat pat on my back
Tell me congrats
I need a clap clap clap
You see I’m winning
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
Filled up the bag like bank bank
Told Lil Wyte this one time, and project pat the same thing
I can turn two Ls into a W like bang bang
But Even in
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whooping on this beat like a step child
Big ring on and a charm to match
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too
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