Lyrics:
The shit was tucked so the piff
Get puffed like Diddy there
Chuck True enough y'all shooters
Don't do enough i fuck coochie like a porno
Movie I'm queuin' up
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
muhfuckin' wig
Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' pussy hoe ass shit nigga
We ain't playin' with none of you hoez
Y'all know who I'm talkin' about fuck you
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
it)
All my niggas dogs but we ain't barkin' (okay)
We shoot at y'all, we gon' pop that zit (yeah, okay)
Catch you by the projects? You can take that
on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin?
Yo
[HOOK:]
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little
would’ve grabbed
My baby mother by the neck, told her
Sit her ass down, read a book
And be glad that you fucking know me
Oh yeah, and y’all niggas lying
Posters on my wall of Project Pat
Others from Memphis too it was all a dream
White boys where I'm from mostly cynical
Hold onto my focus with a broken dream
the nigga puffin' buddah in the back row
I can't wait to get it on (check it out y'all)
I can't wait to get it on (you don't stop, keep on)
I can't wait
what I do
If a nigga really wanna test, come and test
You can bet that I'm eat 'em all day (fuck food)
850 what I represent ('sent)
Talla-home
insecure, cool, and you are fooled
By the heavy-heavy amounts of
Malarkey mixed with garbage, I am it, dawg
Don't be afraid at all, y'all
All I ask of all
insecure, cool, and you are fooled
By the heavy-heavy amounts of
Malarkey mixed with garbage, I am it, dawg
Don't be afraid at all, y'all
All I ask of all
drinks
Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane
They be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violaters, bullshiters
This for y'all
Boy I keep
all that
Fox on my nuts like a review of my ballsack
Aww snap
Y'all done brought back the wrong Pat
That raw rap
Punches through the roof like Mortal
people?
Fuck it, enemies must perish in the valley of their own evil
Lights out, I told y'all, this is the one I owe y'all
When you see me, act like
Oh that's crazy
Swizz and Busta
Come on
Right before we run it all in the ground
Motherfuckers know we shuttin' it down
I dare y'all to say
need a ladder just to climb on my penis
Got two words for the rap game
Fuck y'all
I'm on my own planet
I'll do my own thing
Then turn around
really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the
Game y'all praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me
I just kept it real with y'all
family cursed me
See-Murder innocent, (ughh) but these niggas wanna see him hurt
So fuck y'all Crease, he just wanna be famous
He mad 'cause he dough
The Stoney Rivers Project
(We taking all bets round here, ya heard me, Rell City, Stoney Rivers
We taking all Bets, Huh!)
U kno Im saying We out here
to exquisite
For y'all snake-ass lizards
Check my style right before you freestyle
My style's hostile, Teddy Ted heard it he said "Oooh child"
I'm quick
to tha point
Here, (yesssir) Project Pat album underground album, in stores right now (rite
Now nigga!) what's tha name of that junt? Mista don't playyyy.
freestyle flow (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know (uh)
I'm strictly representin'
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got
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