Lyrics:
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[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
That still contain housing projects
Her smile is a
Warm sun as is this room the temperature in
Here has been set to about 300 degrees
At Nicki's request
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
you for your patience
I wanna take the world by storm
I wanna take the world by storm
I wanna take the world by storm
Talkin my shit like a robot in
Project Pat gotta keep a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would represent this hood
North
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
Black hoods, cops and projects, sewers flooded with foul blockage
The gutter's wild and every child watches
Chains in top locks get ripped off
lead lead to dumpin'
IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift
At least six inches, above project fences
lead lead to dumpin'
IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift
At least six inches, above project fences
(Malachi, What Is It This Time?)
All I see is a cold world
All I see is a world full of frauds
Know the streets raised me, I'm from the slums
I'm
i'ma sho split it
(Project Pat) in Hollywood at the stop sign
Watchin out for one time
Clean on them things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that
to hustlin'
Bird shufflin', Anthony rang
The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang
That 5.0 thing, they say 5-0 came
Circlin' parkin' lots
that probably a bootleg though
Also project pat "what you starin at - the mixtape"
Is in stores right now, I had to get that out
Comin' up next, we
the projects
Broke with no lights on
No fairy tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this
Land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Though life is
stackin'
Me and my homies tossed your gal
She was a fake ho
Pat I'm on the bread like last year
Nigga know the bizness
Project in this motherfucker
Stacking
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
My mama send me by
Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em
He don't wanna be saved, so I got a gat very close
Shoot him in
ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Like a diamond in the sky
Who makes the stars who makes the stars or is
world is something
Way more precious than saving face
Creating my own destiny
Plotting, searching for more
And you should know by now
All's fair in love
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
watching while i'm in my Mercedes Jeep
I don't check niggas then splittin niggas
I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich niggas
presidential Rolex
'cause I'm
Still on my mom's lease
Threatenin' to raise the rent if I
Don't pick up them park leaves
Ain't nothin' in this world for free
But somehow they
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
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