Lyrics:
bands up crazy
Yea fuck you bish just pay me
No this FucC shit it don't faze me
No it don't
Shyt just been crazy
I been ThuggN lately
In them project
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,
Ayy
Drank, takin' a sip of that Act (blow it)
Flood all my bitches in that (that way)
I'm in the projects without Pat (ayy)
My jewelry leave
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
Logic of a snitch, "You ain't know, but I'mma let you in"
"Why would I do ten, when I can go on and turn in my friend?"
Not pokin' fun, Project Pat is
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
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
all these parasites
That pussy got heated up, nigga beat it up
I'm gon' start smoking niggas if they keep speaking up
On my name, my bang, my gang
'Til
of course it's a process
Goes to show you the project
Lucid dream in your head I'm a concept
When I television keep in mind
Stay on grind with the mission
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
Bitch you know I'm smoked out
Once I get them racks in
I been popping my collar
Like Project Pat and Juicy J
Wake up every morning and do whatever I
the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap
it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine
it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine
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
really wanna know, who it be
It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D
It's been a long long time, in the game
Twenty-one young, and I finally got my fame
Dollas
me in traffic getting busy
I Walk by faith like its no biggie
Street smart and Im witty
Ima dance on em getting jiggy
Got the recipe now Im litty
Thats
and the blues
My partner made bad moves, he might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks
Riding by the rulesm I'll abide by it
here
Friend: I told you its a nasal problem and hannah I
brought someone who wants to meet you
Lilly: No way I promised are larva We'd be home by 10
You tryna wear my clothes
You tryna be like me,
I'm tryna be like you bro,
What I'm really tryna say
You got to keep it all real
You can't be takin' no
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
'm from the ghetto
(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects
All over the world and every hood they know
I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'
(I'm from
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