Lyrics:
or the street, I out ball y'all
Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
Make a bet
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
or the street, I out ball y'all
Niggas aint ready, I doubt all y'all
Fly ass niggas I reroute all y'all
If it aint for the paper I dont show my face up
Make
Miami, the ghettos (Dade County)
Every hood and the projects
And when I drop off my singles
I'm droppin' one of my targets
Lord forgive me for my sins
I feel like I'm by myself (Just play, just play)
I feel like I'm by myself
I'm here I'm so alone
Every time I turn around, I see your face boy
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
So ready for whateva that awaits me
Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the
Calicoes, ak's,
potent shit I'm ready to roll it
[Hook]
[Project Pat]
You know naturally I'm high
Down in Memphis we smokin on dat light
Dats goin keep you melo
Bud
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,
cy this is a public service announcement
The Peace by participating or abetting in any rude, indecent, drunken, riotous, or violent conduct.
When he put me up to the Heights for me to ready my wings
Yeshua spoke to the gospel so gossip his name
Because speaking the word of God is such
[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
down brethren), but they like whateva'
Too scared of being broke to think about being betta'
Plus, we get bombarded by all these images of bravado
You
Ah, please (Project Pat) Yea
Ah Please! Say pretty please ah
(Project Pat) Yea *sound of mix table*
Say I want some triple six dick
(Let's) Ooh
the projects
I'm still in these streets like
I ain't even hot yet
I do it for the hood like I
Can't even stop yet
They already know I'm the man
When they see me
Before they ask where your hand is
I don't see how a wallet can
Be mistaken for a cannon
So please don't let 'em play us no more
In every way I'm ready
phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
gotta bill
Caps that make the shells fall
[verse 1: project pat]
Yeah as you walk in the vally of a yuppa
Nigga betta watch your mufuckin zippa
Don't
No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even
always belong to Pat's well
You made it pretty clear at the club
Won't give us love
But my invitation kept you around
For long enough huh?
So call me
told them not try it this what they get for fucking with us
I'm ready four whateva Eywa heard me come and get us
I always got they chest this for my
on the minister, scope full while I'm sticking ya
And roll a dutch
Shorty I've been whipping ya for years now
Hold Keiths smile on the prowl
My lifestyle
to be the one to let him know
Told him me and Lazy went and held it down for you bro
He said I know, by then I had already cut the ties
But the emotions I
Project Pat-a)
(Moet in my lap-a) Hold on
(Stayin on da grind, 'cause da loot gonna stack-a) Okay I'm ready
Who you need?
We just popped up on the scene
I
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