Lyrics:
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
some crips
Stainless steel snug to my hip
Gotta give the streets my cred
Showed me how to water whip
Remember bumping three, six
Project pat a bunch
like promethazine some like that yellow
Project Pat that fellow
Hit that from the tailow pur-pur-purple stuff
Pockets sittin' swellow
Dollars I be
Project Pat to fall but the money piles
*** know I'm off the chain, wild as a child
There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style
Kept my street,
in the hood you'll
Never bump into Pat Sajack
But we spin the wheel every time we chill
Cops hate Blacks and Hispanics
They draw gats and just blam it
salty
Wondering how I made it
Cause I ain't you
And you ain't me
I know y'all niggas hate it
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo niggas faking
I
salty
Wondering how I made it
Cause I ain't you
And you ain't me
I know y'all niggas hate it
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo niggas faking
I
Wondering how I made it
Cause I ain't you
And you ain't me
I know y'all hate it
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo faking
I just got thorough with
Eyes open
I see I'm trapped
Hands tied
No cell phone
Even torso and legs are wrapped
I start to struggle do a wiggle
Go this way and that
Asses
and clothes
Eating popcorn, and drinking
And drinking all damn day
Problem when you was eating the shit
Lickin' yo fingers and shit
(Project Pat) i don't
on niggas
And feels nothin like he's full of novocaine
That's why you never see me on B.E.T
When I beat up a rapper he'll file charges on me
If I'm
back pocket
I grab you by your neck,
I pull it out a socket
Range, Range, Range,
Rover, Rover, Rover,
Blow this fuckin' task
Police pull me over
But I
But I kept her in the bag, like rye trips in Chex Mix
I didn't want it, I left it, but ain't lost it
I live a wealthy life, but you will never see me
you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)
{Project Pat}
Don't you get mad at me cause your broad den chose-a
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock big botty hoppin' in
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
a fuck
Me and Boo C on the porch, vs. thirty, wasn't givin' up
Didn't box, staring at those odds like fuck fisticuffs
We held our ground, till they
I'm from the corner
I'm from the Noya
Fam taught me how to hold that pistol
Straight and put it on ya
Project ho for a sight they put it on ya
Train 'em
you by the projects? You can take that dick (woo)
Bitches set it off when my head aching (ayy)
I see you going soft like a titty, ayy, bitch (ayy,
get sticky
She feeling me like a pat down
You touch me and it’s man down
I’m having my way and I do what I want
You’ll never see me back down
(Yahh)
She
stoned so you cannot rock with me
Hit that blunt now everything at ease
Just like Bigfoot I be in them trees
Project pat I want dope I want cheese
I'm
Sekhmet) - Blunt to my lips I'm
A soldier ready, I'm a soldier ready
I'm a soldier ready
(Project Pat) - Blowing on this gas
Nothing but 93, nothing but 93
Mista Don't Play though
Raised in the projects so I pat them pockets
My rhymes be like nines when they shoot off like rockets
Straight to the cranium
no ball cap
I ain't saving these hoes
Project pat wit out the cape
Same hoes Still fuck us
Something good for a snake
Lil nigga but my money having ups
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