Lyrics:
Moving to hustle, it got me losing the struggle and how to stay outta trouble my baby I don’t know
Gotta stay humble, I get the bag and won’t fumble,
Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded
Can't you tell there's been a switch made?
Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in
about to get higher
You can run up
But time isn't by you
Get put on a milk carton
If you try me
Don't you know what it's like to be in the projects
up where they stay
I feel like cap cause ima legend will smith wit ah weapon
I want let ya get the best of me I wipe ya nose fa
I'm good in every
ya
Partner, let me upgrade ya
I can do for you what Martin did for the people
Ran by the man, but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom that
[Chorus 4x]
[Project Pat]
Fuck around and get gun end, straight up out the pen
From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the Gin
You can win if you
Hustle hard get ya hustle on, go 'head
Get ya hustle on, y'all go 'head
Late night hustling
Im caught up in the hustle
Three am - hustling hours
You
Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers
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
niggas ain’t on that
I thought that I told ya
Niggas ain’t on it
Them niggas be cap
Going real hard like
Project pat
Got a lil bitch
That I hit
From
advise you niggas (don't fuck with me)
[Project Pat]
Real players like to smoke a
Stroke a offa in her throat
Bend over let me poke her
Don't take me for
of me
Create your own lane and learn how to rock steadily
Game on lock, feeling like pat beverly
JAM
Get off your ass and make a play
Time is now, cant
ain't eatin I ain't sleepin
And I ain't fuckin wit no broads
If I ain't weeded
Can't let em stress my mind
I'll get wit ya'll later when I get high
Listen
People in the projects say, "Them niggas ain't shit"
They hustle all night for brand new outfits
You're fuckin' right... that's how it is on the block
Real
the hustling man come to get his hustle on
If you aint coming on by, aint shit I can do for ya
Tryna get yo money stacked high, might be to smooth for ya
girls strugglin to get a cab
Fiends lurkin, D's searchin, pat pockets
Kids quick to bed but they heads from gats poppin
Queensbridge slingers hoppin out
mixed it in it
Can't explain the cat's hustle, guess it just was in
It's Malicious
[Chorus]
If you got the turf crackin' and ya money's stackin', ya
the match and your body's drenching down with gas
Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes
Blow yo ass off ??
Me and Project Pat toting
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
you don't me nigga holdup
I'm just a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I
people around me can tell you
9/10 Eric b hanging by his lonely
Work better
Focus better
Get more done
That's just me
I move as one on my own
UDDA, UDDA
Trying to get the slang down pat, using verbs and syllables, shit
But I'll flip the style like half a brick
So give me space like NASA, one
[Intro: Project Pat]
Yes sir hypnotized mutherfuckin minds my boy Lil Wyte
about to put it down for you mutherfuckin hoe's just
like this it's goin
fuck by tonight
She like “Veno you cold” started rolling her eyes
Whipped it out, started sucking my dick with some ice
All my niggas slang fire cuz you
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