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motherfuckin' round, so I'ma give him respect Gettin' it how he live in this project livin' [Hook - Hakiem] In the project, niggas don't wan' see you come up You
Taking all these drugs it help get me back
Eat a (shhh) now I'm on the moon up in her pussy cat
I ain't never studdin no fuck, nigga pussy boy, get back
man?
Lars: Good. What do you think of me having
my recording equipment take up three quarters
of our small room in the Kimball dorm?
Pat: It's no problem
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave
that money goin` be illegal when you got it
Keep your dough up
But I ain`t goin` tell you, what?, to stop chasin` paper
Man, I`m just like ya`ll, I
hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts
It's goin down - BREAK DA LAW NIGGA!
1 - Break Da Law -
tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised
Up or it's down, handle it like men, nigga I ain't never hiding
I'm in that Bentley, me
here
Friend: I told you its a nasal problem and hannah I
brought someone who wants to meet you
Lilly: No way I promised are larva We'd be home by 10
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
is up to you
Shoot to improve from project to project
But I can't help thinking, "Is all this hard work nonsense?"
Cause it's nice to say that money is
Yeah,it's on for the 1-9-9-9
Project Pat in this hoe
Putting this ghetto bump in ya speaker
Hypnotize done made it
You know the business hoe
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
And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic
As it is for them that's from where he from
Pat ended up public enemy number one
Even Lincoln's future
the moon
Hoping that it sinks to the earth soon
Bury you're wasted into the moon
I hope that it sinks into the earth soon
My pilot light has flickered out
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
cookies
I told her wear her hair so I could pull it
My money too tall to overlook me
Like John Salley, I'm coaching like Pat Riley
I used to hot box
express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch
been cooking up the chemistry
By any means imma get it
Whatever they said I did I did it
I don’t write I just say it
Get to the money now I’m his
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
organized plan
Get a van move down by the river man
Throw me a coconut, crack it open and drink it up
A bit of herb mixed with spliff tobacco
Good for a sore
Project Pat yo boy Juicy J
You'll never be a G, You'll never be a G
I done sold them grams rob niggas for cash
I done bust that thompa on plenty
a project brick
Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that's my starter kit
I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
I'd rather be judged by six than
it, take it from that P-A-T
Yeah, do you like what you see, mister mister in the play
Diamonds and gators up on my feet
Slidin through the club
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