Lyrics:
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
Get your lab jacket and goggles
This a science project
I'm bout to teach you how to dissect it
Watch the money come back
You picking up what I'm putting
see me n the team right now, Knee deep in a QP of weed and we blowin it by the ounce
Yeah
Back inside the lab, I think it's finally time I step in
Back
calm and I know you'll pass middle class
Got me preaching through Qurans Allah know I'm sick of that
But, you hear the pitter pat
It keeps you in your
tortellini smokin' project pat to that ghetto greenie
If I let her in can't let her leave me that p got water that letter steamy
More a smoker you can keep
the paper I just want the paper
Suckas wanna see me fall fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dog Project Pat'll play it slick
Flick when I'm in
All the projects call me SpongeBob 'cause I cook up like The Krusty Krab
CA$HFLOW mobbin', catch us servin' fiends up in the meth lab
Don't accept card,
all black cats
All black mac, jet fuel gas
All black mask, counting cash
Back in the studi', duty that
Dirty this, and dirty that
Dexter on the Project
out, They kneeling on my neck and still won't see them ever back me down
Airport they gonna pat me down, in the store they follow 'round
In this system
night in the lab about half past ten
A genius in stilettos made him think again
'Cause she led him by the hand through her office door
And the lab coats
writing rhymes feeling forced
Confidence lacking the sauce to get me back on course
No one else blame but myself like that's my fault
The ball is back in my
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
Texas, actin' reckless, North side let the beast out
Back and forth daily, kept the crystal in a speaker box
Sleep was for the weak, stayed tweakin' with
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
don’t need/
Me, feeling comfortable in my skin/
Not feeling lesser, because of my environment/
I’m impressed with, by what’s behind my eye lids/
Self
head
(What's inside your head)
We can be whatever you decide
(Oh whatever you decide)
Come with me
Let me take you by the hand
Pat a cake pat a cake
Now I'm back like this
Pat on my back
For coming back like this
Moving up the ranks
No coming back from this
Yes we moving by strength and compensate
straighten up
Don't deflate it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up
Looking back in the days, amazed
Cause the lab rat done made it out the maze
Still feel
judge him by his past sins
Blasphemous pats on the back for these acts of compassion
When I'm speaking I'm begging your pardon
Come spend a week in my
to this but all they catch is chills
No frills, Puba pays the bills
Ron Studda spin the wheel back like his name was Pat Sajak
on Wheel of Fortune.. that's
irons in the fire
Can’t win by being clever
Oh oh oh oh, even the strongest legs get tired
So pat me on the back
And say you are my sister
Whatever
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