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I Ain't Going Back to Jail

Project Pat

Crook by da Book: The Fed Story

2006

Project Pat to fall but the money piles
*** know I'm off the chain, wild as a child
There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style

Kept my street,

judge him by his past sins
Blasphemous pats on the back for these acts of compassion

When I'm speaking I'm begging your pardon
Come spend a week in my

to the mic and then got attach
Hot headed nigga got cold with that
Put on for my city like Project Pat
Niggas out here will sell they soul for a Millie
But

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

grinning huh
Like I'm project pat but more wit a kodak smile
Stylin on these niggas with fashion that's coming out
In a few seasons believe or stay in denial

Project Pat, sipping Cognac
Cultivate the pack, one day might collapse
If you might relapse from the dopest raps
They don’t sit and crack, bitch
Guns might

tat shit that on my skin
Every projects got a Kim
Fucking to get a come up
We grinding till the summer
On the Coli block wrapping block work with Hummer

Slay gang shit
Yo this the life we live
And that's word to project pat
Brown skin shorty
And she wants to throw it back
New year same me
Never

some crips
Stainless steel snug to my hip

Gotta give the streets my cred
Showed me how to water whip
Remember bumping three, six
Project pat a bunch

North!" (Mimo)

Mimo jako Project Pat, mimo jako 8Ball
Punch odpálím jako smeč, mohl bych hrát baseball
Dostal jsem slevu na swag, nejde prcat se mnou
Si

with the wide ass back
Tear the up saloon
Go project pat
Or you can catch me outside how bout that 
Make your girl have a Asthma attack
Take her breath

Project Pat don't give a fuck
Give a fuck

Give a fuck, hah, hey!
Yah
Tsukiko 18
Это моё интро
Это моё что?
Это моё интро
Это моё что?
Это моё интро

the thoughts of where they would toss me
My cousin pat paid a price I prayed for him often
Money over bitches the script I never veered off it
Even through loss

no Ls (Fuck)

Had to hit up project pat 
For a verse 

20 20 feelin blessed 
I ain't cursed 

Yeah I hit em with the truth 
Cause its hurts 

Gettin

You hoes fade in the background
You better check my background
Like project pat lay smack down
You weak ass hoe's don't come round
Don't make false move

calm and I know you'll pass middle class 
Got me preaching through Qurans Allah know I'm sick of that 
But, you hear the pitter pat 
It keeps you in your

Mista Don't Play though 
Raised in the projects so I pat them pockets 
My rhymes be like nines when they shoot off like rockets 
Straight to the cranium

Hood ventures, had my share of crazy ass livin'
Whippin' through the project blocks, hot like crazy ass women
Cops dippin' up and down the hill,

the down payment
You talking all that Jazz
Get yourself
Mutilated
Gorilla pimpin is an all season sport ( season sport )
I learned that from
Project pat

mind
I'm like damn
First she blocked me
Now she throwing pussy for the gram
Tryna receive attention
Bitch you don't know who I am
I was raised by project

Thank you Project Pat
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
Repping the good guys always doing bad shit

could never
Trojan war I sneak out through the door
Satan bore I make a coldless war
Kill Devil Hills it has been more than a ride 
We made a project in

ooh
Get it free naw naw don't pay her
Oh no don't do no favors,
Super Mario game too playa
Project pat boy won't save her
No no can't go,
Know the game

no ball cap
I ain't saving these hoes
Project pat wit out the cape
Same hoes Still fuck us
Something good for a snake
Lil nigga but my money having ups