Lyrics:
Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only
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
tank is on E
be stepping out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet
(Project Pat)
that's just the meter broke
youn't know'cha talkin bout
anyway them
off your shoulders
(Project Pat)
Mister murderer robbers
Niggas with some charges
You fake mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is
The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's!
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Who the buckest up in here, who the buckest up in here
My niggaz, my hood, so you cowards
(background mixed through various parts of whole song)
drop em in the trunk lock em in trunk real fast you'll be flying
{Crunchy Black}
we bout to ride
I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
A newport is all I can give ya' player
So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater
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
stores and dope spots
You might find it, it's goin' down
2006 is gonna be a fool (2006)
We got the brand new album by Project Pat (yeah)
A brand new
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
Intro (Fat Pat)
N****z betta see a n***a roll
Shorts down and I'm rollin' on 84's
Chorus (Fat Pat)
Swang-swang and I swang and I swang to the left
ride, put a "S" on your chest
This is for the ones who wobbled it an be puttin' they mouth on it
And they suck everything out of it, then they catch
Big mo in the projects rappin, and niggas=z tryin to come up
And with this new wave dope game,
I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make
it's he or she
I'm the virgin of hip hop
Nobody fuckin' with me
I know your type, you a ride dick nigga
Cry sick nigga, lied quick nigga
Out of turn
the sceptre's clean
All we ever seen was methamphetamine
My role models had several felonies
Tryin' to profit fast off of Ghetto D
Project Pat with the Ghetty
bitches say we gamma
I swear I got them hammers
I swear my niggas gorillas that's
Why we out packin' bananas
Ride with my niggas, Philadel niggas
Ain't
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
wanna find the place? just follow the sound
The ra-ta-tah of my favorite song
I wanna ride my way to San Fernando slope
My temples tap and my feet
any drugs sir searchin in my car
(Chorus x2)
(Project Pat)
Sugar me timba dog and blow me down
Pullin out tha tone tone and y'all don't make a sound
Yes sir once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juice man
North North part 2
Raise ya thumbs up my nigg, it's on fool
Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here
You got the original, break da law's up in here for you hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas
Big dually parked in my driveway
Hanging out that motherfucker sideways
Residue in my fingernail, make every day like Friday
This how we do it
don't give a fuck what you think
Big dually parked in my driveway
Hanging out that motherfucker sideways
Residue in my fingernail
Make every day like
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