Lyrics:
a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.a.a.d city
"Man down
Where you from, nigga?"
"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"
"Where
ahead I'm still getting paid
So do your fucking makeup while my pay up you ain't getting laid
You a munch, I'm a legend, guess who got the taste
Live my
When I dress it's never nothin' less than Guess
So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
Love commitin' sins and my friends sell crack
I got it
When I dress it's never nothin' less than Guess
So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
Love commitin' sins and my friends sell crack
I got it
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
the Projects huh
Thank my aunt, she the one who Taught me proper
I'll be straight, as long as I got Tomorrow
I'll be straight, my peoples right beside me
Baby
blast on
No evidence 'cause this shit will be erased
We're in Paul's Chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & SOG
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
you're not feeling proud
But chip away day by day and you will find your sound
There's more I need to tell you, I don't wanna see you fall
Not tryna scare
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
And I'm trying and I'm trying
Rain won't hold off and it's defying
Guess that's just in it's timing
I wish that I could just get over this
My God, oh
niggas on the project
Shout out the one and only Quake Beats, aka Big Pat Raps
Shout out my nigga Mike from New Orleans
Shout out DV on the track
Shout
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
with niggas, never did, why would I lie
Big dawg who, you got me fucked up, that nigga know he tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
Paid for by W.I.C., so who's getting dicked? Who reigns supreme?
Four pounds and nines blast at the same time
Thinking is my life on the line really?
Can't afford to second guess overcome by the stress
Got to move
Yeah, they say when we grow up
You'll understand when you're older
Guess I'm still a kid, I don't know it
If I'll ever let go of this (yeah)
Say
the city I come back on the,
Whatch you know about, gun
Fully automatic on a shoulder with straps on?
Extra projects
Who punks that jails the street for,
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
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