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Aye can you throw on some shit my dad would listen to?

Just cause I love you, don't mean that I won't deceive you
Or be deceived by evil
I promise

starve for the money
Nigga fuck being broke, nigga
Fuck being broke, can’t run out of money

She taking her chance for the paper
She fell in love with my

Still Here

Three 6 Mafia

The Phoenix

2006

of a caddy
Since I lost my first tooth, I ain't been happy
Young wild nigga child, why that boy is so nappy?

He got that devil in I'm police wanna take him

know just where to find me
I'm in the hood, or better yet, the projects
Where baby mama's trippin
And them goons livin heartless
3 rules, get money,

behind the line like social distance
They want hand outs
But they don't ever put the work in
I'm the man with the plan
Pack my woods with the grams
Give

, 17
Nigga, get to running
I think I'm Project Pat
I be fucking with chicken heads

Fuck it on this cougar bitch
Did it in her husband bed
Benjis in

Boy, it's 'bout to get real scary up in here
You got the original Break Da Laws up in here for you hos
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat, weak niggaz

Pure Anna

The Kaze

Kamakazie Timez Up

[DJ Paul, Project Pat, Juicy J. (Chorus x4)]

Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes,
With the - with the hollow-point shells, man,
Man,

My Own Planet

Royce da 5'9"

Success Is Certain

2011

and pat myself on the back (for doing good)
I don't need nobody else
I'm gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all

when I step in the booth
Niggas know I pour my soul
Out for the struggling youth
For that fatherless son who needed love
So he ran with a crew
Grew up

everything that's in the safe
I'm just gonna spend it on strippers, booze, and fucking Chex Mix
It's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day to be dope
Nothing's

at all dem bubbles at da bottom
Project Rugrat, I'm where they slung at
Copped the ounce dime bag by my nutsack
8th-grade goonin', 9th-grade foolin'

357

Cam'ron

Confessions of Fire

1998

for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in

This Is Personal

Gangsta Boo

Enquiring Minds

1998

a watch out on your car
If you open up a door or bump, I'll blow your ass to mars

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

[project pat]
Nicky nack, patty wack, slap a chick in

know this project is far from perfect
In relation to how I'm far from perfect as a person
But I'm hoping by the end of this project you get to know me

down with
I'm the type that call up your friend
And mess around with
This is who I am
This is how I love
Still trying to find a place 
To swing my golf

bank account 
I'm rockin' Cartier
Get that velveeta while these niggas flaugin'
Ask Project Pat I'm still hustlin' to ball bitch 

Blue Notes, pocket

I’m a’ alien i’m a’ alien
I’m a’ alien i’m a’ alien

My name is Project Pat be looking sci-fi
Rollin’, I got big ice xL, super size
More bars than

only hang with white boys that like black sluts
Tell them Plain Pat yo that track sucks
We ain't dissing you
But you in the position to play something

a couple stripper broads with some tattoos
One at Clark, one at Spellman one in med school
You see them hoes be hella smart but I got street knowledge
She

Patta
So much paper comin' in like Project a Banker
I don't want none of your weed
You can keep the drink
My ship ain't gon' sink
I'm still holdin

with you 
Mawmaw you was everything 
I'm dedicating my life to you, life to you 

Mawmaw myrtle
Mawmaw Pat
Uncle Joe, thats real
Lil Mike
Aunt Fuzzy
My

Posse Song

Paul Beauregard

Layin' da Smack Down [Clean]

2002

bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne

Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again,

a beretta 
Need y'all to run it back, boo, where the dollars at?
When I'm off that liquor, I feel like I'm Project Pat 
Bitch, you really, really wack,