Lyrics:
A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us
options)
I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot shit (on some hot shit)
I got Cola by the block on some thot shit (on some thot shit)
Mary Jane for
where birds fly (fly)
From Miami by way of Cuba (let's get i) to whoever wants to get that high (high)
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Pro-jects
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you
Music videos, promotion and all that shit
I put more work into this album than probably any other project in my life
So, shout out to all the people that
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
deficit
Of real niggas guess it's time for me to represent
So presidential like the mutha fuckin president
Natural born drip (Some shit you'll just never
front of the cars
Standin' in a circle with some wannabe stars
Freestylin', but you ain't original
You just shootin everything and you pimpin' hoes
because I don't need that
OG gas bag 93 like where the seeds at?
Feel like Project Pat on the scene, bitch where the cheese at?
Where that cheese? I need
(Play me some pimpin', mane)
Ooh, you're my darlin', darlin', baby
You're my-
Uh, okay, here we go
From the city that made you lay it down
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
pat)
Friends and money, just like oil and water
Cross the line and you can prepare for the slaughter
'outta be shot what you looking for some credit bro'
You know we doin' a song for the ladies, they want records too, you know
So if you want to come kick it wit some real pimp, a real man, a young boss
best chill
Before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed
By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel
Give a damn if my record
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
Sex, I'm takin no losses
Even groups like SWV and TLC
Can't see B-I-G with telepathy
The recipe, a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin ain't easy but it's
that
Gotta movie that'll prove that what I'm sayin' is all fact
Bra and panties all black and some real tall stacks
Suckin' titties, eatin' cat, shot
Houdini
Eat blue meanie
Tripping from the fact
Chance is teeny
Like linguini
It's skinny not fat
Yo where my backup at?
I hear some chitter chat
Followed by
and winning Oscars
Yeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat, Lyfe Jennings
If you can believe, you can achieve every damn bug
'Round us a good day, yeah
Seventeen years
needs a win
My pride isn't written
I might be offended by my intuition
How do I piss myself off
Listen
I'm just a guest in the house of rap but I pay rent
from above
And some people don't even really know what they doin', Goddamn
I mean, can you feel this, can you feel the vibe
Can you feel the zone?
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