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Don't touch this
Crackling hot shit
I snap ya shoulder blade in half
Laugh, and pop shit
Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard
nigga AJ
And be in Grand projects anytime I'm on vacay
I still will get masked up with the MAC tucked
Yelling, "Back up," with no backup
This cap
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat
The #1 ringtone! It's goin' down!
Don't call me no more
And don't text me no mo
Project Pat featuring Three 6 Mafia
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Uh, I'm stacking this bread to
Leave it for my junior
I told her give me head in the Uber
Wrist on freeze don't blame
Me blame my jeweler
I bring her
The signal light shone green, I wondered could I change the gels
Pat said that's a sure way to get locked in separate cells
If I must choose a life of crime,
barely-in-the-background kind of guy
You still matter
And even if you're somebody who can't escape the feeling
That the world's passed you by
You still matter
If
and I will no longer sit and watch Truth be scapegoated
And I I wont make tracks that instill you to covet
A Christian in this world, But not of it
When
to tha point
Here, (yesssir) Project Pat album underground album, in stores right now (rite
Now nigga!) what's tha name of that junt? Mista don't playyyy.
be on my way
Now I'm down in Miami to see my bitch
She got her own beauty salon, and she strip
I'm proud of the girl, backside's out of this world
To stand tall as a lion, I guess I have no fear (All-in)
With this brand new beat
That has captured my phones
A little melody I wrote by my own (All-in)
Hey
Keep My Name Out Yo Mouth Lyrics
Keep my name out yo mouth cause you don't
Kno what the fuck you talkin bout (sker)
(Project Pat) need to stay up
food for yourself
When the land is looking rough?
This is the life
Equivanlent of the real
Don't live beyond your means
In this harsh-ass dream
[project pat]
1 - walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your fuckin' shit
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal
the place of lumber
No phone number for weeks
Inadequate water and heat
In government-funded projects, surrounded by bumpy streets
In heat that seeps
Beneath
girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhymes and get the hell away
I was in a bar one
that I got
Been about my busi-ness
Peepin' inside my fat stack
This Tec-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic
Held in the hand by
A psychopathic
This remind me of the time I thought lost my rocks
Took my j's off and they was in my socks
Stones that big I put them in my watch
Got something
like it
I fly in private, that’s the way I’m flying
This not for bragging I’m leading by example
My life is Lavish I give your ass a sample
All these
She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober
Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out selling bags in the projects
you prayin' for a new religion
Murk you in the kitchen by the stoves
Step over the body, do the dishes
Bitch, my mama ain’t raise no bitch
Me and my
Don't you know what it's like to be in the projects
Projects
Streets can't save your life
Surrounded by violence
Was blinded
Tell 'em imma put up
Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
It was
flappin' niggas
Make 'em suck a dick
Project Pat, I'm in this bitch
Kaze niggas runnin' shit
Which mean you hoes need to
Recognize who you dis
Kidnappin'
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