Lyrics:
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
[Fat Pat (Spoken)]
Say, fool, every time I turn around this girl steady lookin me in my
Eyes...What's the deal? You think she wanna hit it up?
Why
was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine
cassette
The store would press them up
Now it's time to hit the stereos stores and collect
We at the club Fridays and Saturdays, special request made
Me
a baby Uzi
220 on the dash, I hit the gas, I bet I lose 'em
All this money comin' fast, I can't find nowhere to stash it
Lil' mama ass fat, huh, I
will be in stores now
or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album that's in stores right now
Cooked by
to be, a new technology prophet
Who deposits funds, into revolutionary projects
Now I gotta come clean when I hit the scene
I started out, with about,
a snack
I was a young nigga on the block, watchin' cuz sell crack
I cannot save bitch, grew up on Project Pat
Itching for that drank, think I'm about
lights, projects by the dump
And cars, broads, murders ghetto life
I went through all that shit
for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice
It's
Houdini
Eat blue meanie
Tripping from the fact
Chance is teeny
Like linguini
It's skinny not fat
Yo where my backup at?
I hear some chitter chat
Followed by
They be impressed by the penmanship
Came back to back like a victory (Woo)
This ain't a moving it's history (Woo)
Triple Salute be the army (Yea)
And all
dismiss them
I wonder how much it's just to hit him
Cause I swear my shooters won't miss em
Be thankful you living like a pilgrim
This my life nigga that's
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat
Hmm, uh-huh
(Hit-Boy)
Bitch
Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired
you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)
talking}
Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca,
The motherfucking Tear da Club up Thugs, GangstaBoo, Indo G, its on.
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!!
you better be scared
'cause La Chat don't give a fuck about doin time in the fed
[Chorus]
Bitch you claimin yo real
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I'm ready
"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
because I don't need that
OG gas bag 93 like where the seeds at?
Feel like Project Pat on the scene, bitch where the cheese at?
Where that cheese? I need
like you don't notice it
I don't blame you, Cheech & Chong I'd be smoking shit
Rap tight cobra grip, game's over with
Pat Stay is definitely one of,
[Fat Pat (Spoken)]
Say, fool, every time I turn around this girl steady lookin me in my
Eyes...What's the deal? You think she wanna hit it up?
Why
want don't hesitate
Baby relax your mind hit this KK and elevate
Kicking it with some real niggas
Nothing like them clones
Should be soaking up all this
though blacks couldn't get jobs and shit
Hit after hit from the Sugarhill Gang
Hear a Pow Wow, hear a Big Bank Hank
It was strange, I was broke but I still
[Chorus 2x]
You punks better back up
I dont need no back up
You get high drunk then you cowards wanna act up
[Project Pat]
I tote a 9 with a choppa
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