Lyrics:
while I hit your best friend
I got both your heart and your soul til the bitter end
Bitch you think you petty you don't know who you messing with
I don't
There’s two options
It’s either to become the best or remain the best
So I’ma take both and put it high in my nest
I’ma take both and put it high
research for her projects. She spoke to Louran about her feeling and Louran helped out; she got her books from the library (both bought and hired). Shaine
"120" Lyrics By Black Neldy
Intro
Yeeeeaaa!
Palm Beach is back nigga... (Huh)
Mr. Punchline is back nigga... (Huh)
Project Boyz, Si'l Pa Bèl Nou
righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?'
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at
Allah's best, puttin on the hits is no contest
NOW, who
on
The best of why'all niggaz
Remind me of myself when I was younger
When it was hunger that stopped
A nigga from goin' under
And you wonder
the fog, an that's your head by the log
I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there
This is hell an we both here
Can you feel it? Tell me yeah
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
Getting comfortable, something I've seen before, like you better beware
But I've been told to do my best to disregard that I am scared
I was disturbed by
Aye can you throw on some shit my dad would listen to?
Just cause I love you, don't mean that I won't deceive you
Or be deceived by evil
I promise
Ah yes, hello, hello, hello, Nigel Standers here
And as you can see, we have one of the Best developing projects
An instant classic, right here in
Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?
Stapleton Project, recognize you're lookin at Allah's best
Puttin' on the hits, it's no
livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she
Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, put his hoodie on the couch, his Timberlands up on the chair so his bitch can bring him a beer. So, this is
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
slipped off the planet
Zig zagging my way back
Like I'm making a pattern
Can't be quiet'd or pat down
Ima bubble and burst out
Stumbling mess
Just wait for
blessings, you could have them both
A falling star remains the brightest, despite if what you may think is decline
Switch the angle and all of a sudden, you
down on ya parking lot I blast $%$
IF u don't calm down snatch loose get on down
Squeeze trigger bullets spray, bleed from internal rounds.
Project Pat
You look at this picture with a wondering eye
And then at the arrow that hangs by it's side
They tell a story for you know there is one
With
(Say it again)
(Hi, Oscar I miss you, you the best uncle ever)
(I mean, Listen)
Bad bitches turned out off a band though
Yeah I got em way too lit
I am an alcoholic who's never been drunk a day in his life
I get punched drunk off punch lines so hit me with your best
verse and not shot because
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me Project Pat I keep it real
I'mma introduce you you's a
Sucka faking deals
If you gonna let
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