Lyrics:
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun) (4X)
[Project Pat]
I
a stupid as nigga, I didn't even wear a mask
I guess you know by now the B H Z do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin'
Project Pat
And a bit of Jeezy
Boy getting bands like I'm backstreet
Run up a check like a track meet
Used to take Uber and taxi
Now Maybach I sit in
(Project pat) man, I'm tired of this shit
You need to get yo shit, and get
(La Chat) Fuck you
You get yo muthafuckin shit
I don't give a fuck who
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
thang's in ya face man
It's Project Pat wit' that 12 gauge strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg
Chorus-4x
Pat starts
only the real ones, know what I'm sayin'
Hey, them my niggas (hey, that my nigga)
Yeah, him my boy (yeah, that my boy)
Light him up like he
Had A Chance And He Blew It
I Can Dj Screw It Or Dj Clue It
I Can Ak-Slay It, Make Whoo Kid Play It
A Gangtsa Grill On
Im In The A Where I Stay
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
momma boy, fell the rugar
So fuckin sweet, I should probably call you sugar
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in
white, don't get no blood on the dope
Burden on my head, dawg I need to get some bread
Chopper and a mask, gotta heater bustin heads
Now its music in
bill
(Project Pat)
always in my face
talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims for da Cadilac
(Lil Chat)
you riding clean
but ya gas
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I am dope
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play
white, don't get no blood on the dope
Burden on my head, dawg I need to get some bread
Chopper and a mask, gotta heater bustin heads
Now its music in
They play me, they blind you
Somebody find you, my niggas out here (We out here)
Sell my dope in the back of the projects, nigga, that's Boosie spot
10,000 tens
Niggerz sell they sold just to get a benz
Keep your enemies close got to watch your friends
A dope boy is all I ever been
Dope boy
A dope boy
bill
(Project Pat)
always in my face
talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims for da Cadilac
(Lil Chat)
you riding clean
but ya gas
a whole plate and ????? holes
I'm mo south Memphis mane I chopped em at the wig shop
I'm mo south Memphis ????????????????? Infamous
Chorus
(Project Pat
the paper I just want the paper
Suckas wanna see me fall fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dog Project Pat'll play it slick
Flick when I'm in
here dirty, this the day you do the laundry
No dope on Sundays
But any other day it's rain, sleet or sunny
Nah, I ain't a street nigga, just a nigga
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
put the bullets up in my body
But that's if I'm a gonna
When I smell the aroma
Of brown cold liquor and polted marijuana
Project Pat in this bitch
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