Lyrics:
this motherf***er
P**** act up and get f***ed in this motherf***er
Get crunk in this motherf***er
Drunk in this motherf***er
N**** step up and get
me twice,
when you get the prize, ill be sittin here proud waitin for tonight.
Project Pat: Im'a let the gun talk once i find where he limpin
war in
know about me
**** em all that's my whole mindset
My set gone kill em they got no conscience
Make y'all abandon building like the old projects
Set up
see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
(Project Pat
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
teacher from my home room
Said I wouldn't make it
Stupid bitch I told you you lied
So I called Trae Tha Truth
And I hit Project Pat now
We balling
about to get higher
You can run up
But time isn't by you
Get put on a milk carton
If you try me
Don't you know what it's like to be in the projects
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
what happen when you see me comin' (back up)
I be hurdlin' and got ya regurgitatin' and murderin' everything
Gun shot (bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah)
don't want no pat on the back congratulations
Just trying to get me and the squad on reservations
I told them n****s since day 1 have some patience
Them
[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin'
Started with a warden, gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J
When
got me f***ed up so I'm bucked up and f***ed up so I wrote this song
For b**** made n****s still got
All switch played n**** he's gonna die from
a North Memphis nigga
My nigga to my last days
And when I'm dead and I'm gone let the blunts blaze
See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up
But
Probably never even saw it comin', too busy bulls***tin'
Caught him with his mouth runnin' ain't this a b****
They got me twisted in this game
The feds
Master P, we bout it, bout it
Her lil' woldy got put up, they ran down, he got mounted
I'ma run it up on any n***a ever doubted
Surrounded by some G's,
the beam on
Throwed as a bitch, exotic weed, I can't even focus
I got up by being , me and lilbaby, you know this
Said she tryna fuck on me, like, boy, you
(Young Dreadz'll get you high)
I got the over the shoulder look pat down
Ah me that the boy wan' track down (ay)
Whole squad pulled up so they
you was rude, but you can't blame me, I tried
We keep it with us, don't go against us, cause we pull up disguised
Crazy how time pass by, I know legends
of them hoes
I'm tryna f*** me thirty hoes by the end of this month
Ain't drive my Rolls Royce no more, I seen a f*** n**** in one
I heard some n****s
around me n***a
Do not come by me n***a
I don't pay attention an i don't pay no mind to these n***s
I swear I draw line wit this fake s**t
Like can u be
from the odor
Kinda potent got me choking
What I'm smoking probably stronger
Than a Hitchcock! (Know it)
Face card worth a couple mil in New Orleans
do time
[chorus]
[Project Pat]
keep a trick and it ain't a hoe know dat I ain't a hoe
pull the triga back aI'm fo dome crush a cantalo upe
kill em by
naw we ain't scared ho
(Project Pat)
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped
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