Lyrics:
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
Got a little girl, her name is Ball,
Give a little bit, she took it all.
I said step it up
Watch how you move when you step by me We got them shootas, they slide for the free
I'ma fuck up a beat then I fuck on a freak Kick the bitch out,
niggaz sum hoes
Yall niggaz aint killaz yall niggaz some hoes
[Project Pat]
You can run but you cant hiide I wont let you slide
Strap with gun get ya mind
You shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all
You shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all
on death
My demise ain't here don't hold your breath
Cook heat over beef so I'm somethin' like a chef
Purple kushes, my bitches wax off they pussy bushes
[Chorus 2X: Project Pat]
Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Playa gon' shine trick
You ain't on my level trick
Mane you know
Lucas did
Went and got my own drugs
Taped up by my nuts on the plane, Cali buzz
Soon as I hit the hood
I ain't showing Cali love
Everything for
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
hot so
We making you move
So move back, like somebody got a gat
Pat ‘em down, brush ‘em up out the back
Nah fam, ain't no beef in here
We rep Christ,
see that
Cut some hoes off I ain't need and got no regrets
Can't no nigga ever be me, these bitches see that
Fuck that hoe she knew I would leave
got to keep on
I swear I'm not the type of guy that you can lead on
Sipping Wockhardt I ain't have no one to lean on
Grew up near projects where they
talking that shit but I aint buyin that
Man listen
Get me a pot when I walk in the kitchen (I cook it)
I cook with precision stirrin it up 40 right by
day
[Verse One: Wiz]
Yeah What up nigga im back
Fuck you got the mac
Touch you and them niggas you with
The bigger your clique the bigger my clip
get sacked, they don't even want no beef
Ay, no Big Macs, get the fuck out of my way you know how I play, I'm takin the pat
I got a ride with her
the closer that I get feel like Project Pat
Feel like Bobby, Whitney on them drugs talkin bout crack is whack
Baby want a three five for a dub, like, baby,
way you go against me, you still gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
screamin', "Get back" (gang)
You know I'm with that (uh)
Long live baby boy T-Roy, can't forget Hec
Project baby, 6-4 shawty, got it on my back (uh)
the street
Hypnotize, stackin' riches and you
Ain't got a dime
Poppin' slugs into snitches cuz
I ain't doin' time
Project Pat, I'm in this mutha
I know you
uh, ayy
Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
Boy, this bitch I pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
Project Pat
deny it, no passin' by it, you gotta try it
I'm number one, public enemy power gotta fight it
I got my gun and my identity started a fuckin' riot
We
now we The main topic
No more shoe boxes we making deposits
My character tell it I come from The projects
Say he get money but ain't got no profits
We
the beef, I ain't touchin' your hand (aight?)
I don't mess with chumps (what?)
For those that been to jail, that's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips
step it up and go
Got a little girl, she stays upstairs
Make a livin' by puttin' on airs
Gotta step it up and go
Yeah, man
I can't stand pat, swear you
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