Lyrics:
the world
Ghetto children, fighting dragons
In the projects around the world
Don't overlook it though
You gotta know what you couldn't know
Yeah I'm
grippin dem cities
I be flippin dem pennies
Turn em to good and plenty
I be strokin that pussy
I be smokin that kushie
I be flippin dem flounders
They
willing to be killing off our population, full-time occupation
We need to turn it around like oscillation
or watch it all burn to the ground from
side, Spanish Harlem, come around my way
Got coke, dope, enola pounds around my way
Give a nigga the beats
They don’t sound like Dre
In the staircase, we
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
jiggling
I'm tryna see that ass clap
She a very freaky girl
Shoutout Project Pat
Man shoutout to her mama
That gave her all of that
She got dat super strong
a rockstar
Let's hype it up
Let's turn it up
Throw the guitar
Like you don't give a fuck
Tell the security
Pipe it down
Throw it back
Don't you put it down
the projects, now they gon' need a palace
Niggas want JJ's, don't eat salads
Fourteen with a AK, and he'll let a nigga have it
Fireworks in Capetown, man
shxt from da start
I'm surviving my Tony no Parker
Know u did it u can't get no pardon.
Don't ask me where Pat is @ I'ma bulls fan niggaz know Willy
Project Born and ICP are here to rock
Nigga trippen in the graveyard
Just don't try to play hard
It will be your ass up on the block
Up on the block
to hit me
With possession
Lighting one up
It's a session
Ride by myself like a Tesla
Neena so over protective
I took a turn
On the fast route
I hit the gas
the projects where I stay
Yeah, I'm with the gang, check my resume, bitch, I got rank
They know that I don't play, especially by my name bitch
Catch a fade, I
Who's tha man - who's the boss
Who's the nigga that paid the cost
I really don't give a damn
Cause I ain't the one who's
Gonna take the loss
Uhh I
a snack
I was a young nigga on the block, watchin' cuz sell crack
I cannot save bitch, grew up on Project Pat
Itching for that drank, think I'm about
Once upon a time in the projects yo
I damn near had to wreck a hoe
They shootin' up the record store
Them niggaz won't let it go
Most of my niggaz'll
See i came up around them junkies and them crash dummies
From da projects we ain't never had nothin
See we been on our dick so boy don't make us
I am one with myself as I turn to thee
Prefer the dreams to reality
I prefer my life don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle
loss
First you turn me down and now changing your decision
Word around town you was all up in my business
Treat me like a clown now you wonder why Im
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
a family man
This bilal loud
This shit here is a cannon man
Grew up on Project Pat
And Hitman Sammy Sam
Say it wrong
SyN pull up just like lam on lam
Come
at
Knife Talk no feature Project Pat
Lonely nights spent by myself
How is it possible to love oneself
Shut out from the world just me and my pen
Writing
Gotta go get my nigga Alley Boy
Y'all niggas know the business project Pat
We gettin' this money, man
Real shit, real spit
Let's go, let's go, let's
doin' project whippin' he turns
He a cold heart witness oh na na na na naaaa
I come from the trenches
Still in project like a race car
You get 16 numbers
Of listening to the sound of my tears
(Turn around) every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
(Turn around
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