Lyrics:
Fat black always strapped
Mouth full of golds like project pat
Gettin to the money hoe I always do that
Gettin to the money hoe I always do that
Fat
on the project walls, all day
(PJ's) I gotta make noise for the PJ's
Wrote my first rhyme in the PJ's
You can hear it in my speech, I'm from the PJ's
The PJ's!
the deal
i thought you said you had your girl on the light bill
[Project Pat]
always in my face
talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims for da
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)
(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Hello, hello, hello?
[Boogelou] (talkin)
Pat, what's up man, what's up?
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Boogelou, what's up man?
Man
Project Pat
Plus I'm on that 3-6
You know I'm on that Slim Thug
Know I'm on that YoungBloodz
You know I fuck with Young Buck
Know I'm on that Master P
know, he can come and get some
And he ain't mean shit to me
Commin from the PJP
The Project Born assassin but you best be watchin me
'cause I'm
oh, I don't wanna hurt you
Oh, but I'm about to hurt you
'Cause you were askin' for it
Throw your corpse and the bag it's stored in
In the trash, so
highly devoted in putting this work in
You won’t see me folding
Cuz my nigga holding a stick like he a custodian
He 5’5 he could barely control it
I’m
and Pat alone-
Plus Eunice-
And Peter-
And Jean-
And Joan-
And what's-his-name-?
Stephen-
And hold the phone-
The one in the army-
ain't even tryna pull up to their motherfuckin' party
If a project bitch ain't comin'
I see they got police at the door, tryna pat me down
So my
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)
(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
a nigga set
Bitch you best ah have a gat
Smoke a nigga
With that trigga
Memphis nigga Project Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin' spree
watching while i'm in my Mercedes Jeep
I don't check niggas then splittin niggas
I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich niggas
presidential Rolex
This the story of a project baby
Yung nigga with a glock no safety
Full house by the bunch no Brady
Mashed potatoes boy my life wasn’t gravy
Yea they
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
on Benz back to back (Benz)
I'm bringing back that Crunchy Black
Project Pat and La Chat
Crunchy black nigga, we don't chat
Nigga we don't
Rap nigga,
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
My mama send me by
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
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up
Pat Mahomes, I’m sportin’
Since 96’ I been important
Real n****s wanna court me
B****s wanna cuff me
When you see me I be flawless
Gemini I’m from
The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's!
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards
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