Lyrics:
of dis flip it den I get a lot back
I want da peso blue face dem cho choas
Fuck if yu hate hoe work by da boat load
Ughh
Nigga touch down in da city
Night
had made a turn for the worse
I yearn
Something more grand
I wrote down my plan
I further expand
Master my craft by hand
I'm stuck in the lab
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
a circle off the highway
Spiral into the driveway
In the maze of all prefabs
They'll be waiting at the lab
They called me back to the lab to discuss
the top
Off the bottle
My era is classic Tyrannosaurus Rex
In the lab shit
Leimert Park so I pass it Jurassic
I can think back but life
Goes on so keep
narrow behind back onto the street. He's not a corner boy. The bodega in the 40's is mid- block where bullets flock, no names engraved and he may be next.
heat
Me and Ruda together is like when evil and bad meets
And Ceo's the professor in the lab making mad beats
This project is a classic, just go back
my outlook is morbid as hell
Recluse, putting my head back in the tortoise
Shell-shocked due to my natural habitat
Devil's lab rat
Who fell victim
I started making music as a side gig
Back in middle school I was quiet with it
Since then I've spent
About half my time on it
Still trying to make
hippopotamus
Ain't no fuss, plus her mouth's open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cap, then I'm in the wind
See, I'm a pimp player, ho layer, money
hippopotamus
Ain't no fuss, plus her mouth's open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cap, then I'm in the wind
See, I'm a pimp player, ho layer, money
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
[DJ Paul, Project Pat, Juicy J. (Chorus x4)]
Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes,
With the - with the hollow-point shells, man,
Man,
bout freaks
We got star seeds exposing deceit
Shape shifting reptilian fleets
But fuck that, Imma sit back
While I puff on this green crack
Tune in
I got it like that
She like me like that
Know where I be at
I be in the lab
Making these raps
She like me like that
I'm smokin with the widows not
the projects
Chasing after him a lil' young chick
Seeing him made me go back in my lab
And write this lil' shit like this
Check it out
Here's how it
with the wide ass back
Tear the up saloon
Go project pat
Or you can catch me outside how bout that
Make your girl have a Asthma attack
Take her breath
Supernova sound man run it back
Softleg heart go pitty pat
Surveillance surveilling double back
Michael Faraday put your phone in that
Over there I'd have
And she was loving on da crew
Johnny can't go out like a goof
Ex the world out a nigga
Came back new
Had to move in silence dan ru
I was having trust issues
a quarterback
Know I'm all about my cheddar cheese, but I don't fuck with rats
Who showed you niggas back in middle school how to really trap
Who really showed
to the mic and then got attach
Hot headed nigga got cold with that
Put on for my city like Project Pat
Niggas out here will sell they soul for a Millie
But
[Verse 1: Mann Terror]
A ghetto product gunz and narcotics is all we know
the only way to see doe is to live life illegal
token under by the projects
like I'm a monster
Insomnia
No sleep I feel like I'm a damn Science project
Test me in the lab
See what I can do in my head
Yeah and if you mess with me
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
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