Lyrics:
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told' em
He don't wanna be saved
I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes
She don't
the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto),
I'm ready for war
Napalm bomb strickin' close range I'm raw
You can't star, blinded by the gleam of the par
I teach y'all the Soopafly ways
We can get gangsta if y'all take it to that
Y'all niggas ain't no killers y'all niggas some rats
East East we ain't scared hoe we feeling like pat
Project pat in this motherfucker
Layin smack down
Crackin down on you punk nigguhs
Talkin to much gang
Snortin all your dope up claiming
That you in
(don't-don't)
I swear by the Gods (don't break up the fight let 'em rumble)
Don't make enemies with me nigga (fuck all y'all)
Niggas gonna see they caskets
them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga I can sell whatever I
darts, while y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how did y'all niggaz get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up,
'em all day, fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Put your guns up in the air if your feel me
(If you feel
nigga
It's best y'all wrap it up, I'm back
Y'all get to acting up, it's that
We Get to patching up like when Doc say you done and Pat his back
The only
these bitches
Wanna flex all these rentals
And say fuck the intelligence
Day to day what I'm into
Ain't no building where I come from you die
How you
work
We made it happen, and we didn't care how it worked
Momma been fighting brain tumors since the age of 8
Cant wait to buy both of y'all a house in
"J"]16x
She's a ho
[Project Pat]
Now I'm on South Parkway, make a left on third
Hit that herb
Freaky wet ho, on that thunderbird, eyes red
While she
Peace God (Peace to the gods)
How you God? (Studying 120 right now
Call me back at the God Hour)
The Fuck?
It's just the new way of thinking
Dreamville shit with, y'all", nah
It wasn't no talkin', no deal, I didn't even know if I wanted to sign niggas
I just knew I, y'all was dope, I fuck with you
up
These niggas got me fucked up
The murderers, robbers, here I go again y'all
Triple Six don' came up when I
Was in the pen y'all
Weak rappin', lip
droopin', you ain't ever goin' up
Every time you hit the club, you always fuck it up
If y'all wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If y'all wanna go to the bar,
Y'all know legends Never Die no
Praying everyday i cried tho
I got my siblings by my side yo
I got my jiggys on a side yo
Ay, I ain't never gonna
locked like fisted cuffs
Captivated by the nonsensical
We all wanna be legendary like the man with the studded gloves, won't put in the time, or
Even
I'm bout' this cheese, fuck the fame, you can go to hell
With that shit, got's to get what I can, back on these bricks
Project Pat, suicidal
I'm bout' this cheese, fuck the fame, you can go to hell
With that shit, got's to get what I can, back on these bricks
Project Pat, suicidal
it obvious
I'm sorry but I'm not
My sentiment is, is y'all stay throwin' shots, so you gon' get what you give
Fuck you, back then right now
industry,
I don't know the language
But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
Y'all gettin' away with murder like the white bronco
Bunch
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
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