Lyrics:
Project Pat, sipping Cognac
Cultivate the pack, one day might collapse
If you might relapse from the dopest raps
They don’t sit and crack, bitch
Guns might
tat shit that on my skin
Every projects got a Kim
Fucking to get a come up
We grinding till the summer
On the Coli block wrapping block work with Hummer
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
(uh-huh)
I grow my confidence in words the Henny way, yeah, buy me a drink
So we can sink into that thought path (come on, baby)
Dance with me, come on,
rule
It was cool, wasn't mad, I had to take cabs
Made my first LP, afforded H-Class
My face gassed
'94, sold-out in every record store
Local hood rats
calm and I know you'll pass middle class
Got me preaching through Qurans Allah know I'm sick of that
But, you hear the pitter pat
It keeps you in your
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
of Tennessee
Yea I'll let you free
When I drop you off that balcony, bitch
Project Pat ah whats that you poppin'?
It look like from here an 80 mili Oxycotton
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
bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro'' got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga.
Reppin' for P.A.T
or you hate me
Story's about Jabar
Who goes by the name of oje
Through the best of times through the worst of times
These are the life and times
So smoke
You hoes fade in the background
You better check my background
Like project pat lay smack down
You weak ass hoe's don't come round
Don't make false move
could never
Trojan war I sneak out through the door
Satan bore I make a coldless war
Kill Devil Hills it has been more than a ride
We made a project in
tortellini smokin' project pat to that ghetto greenie
If I let her in can't let her leave me that p got water that letter steamy
More a smoker you can keep
the chamber for you weak ass coward)
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me, Project Pat, I keep it real
I'mma introduce you, you's a sucka
, 17
Nigga, get to running
I think I'm Project Pat
I be fucking with chicken heads
Fuck it on this cougar bitch
Did it in her husband bed
Benjis in
of the day, all I need is cheese
Bumping Project Pat, thinkin' Getty green by myself
I don't wanna be seen, I ain't popping out, less i'm with the team
Niggas
Fat Pat is my idol, I've got twenty bands on my smile
Forgot to pay they homage, they just reuse and recycle
Man, they lie so much that they don't know
[T.I.]
Aight nigga, you already know what it is man
A-Town, H-Town connection nigga
T.I.P. man, you understand that?
My homeboy Paul Wall, extended
the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for
nigga slain call me insinamal criminal
idividual hit em with a pole so low under investigation
by haters that wake mo show for the iggana im iggatra
iveme
haunts me
Facing my fears with every ounce of bravery
So I can give you the real me
The free and the better me yeah
Pockets on swole
H**s digging for gold
h*es
The way I be dishing them out
Y'all n*ggas just want the clout
You can't show me what you're about
I think your bars are cliche
Oh this Supreme by
no Ls (Fuck)
Had to hit up project pat
For a verse
20 20 feelin blessed
I ain't cursed
Yeah I hit em with the truth
Cause its hurts
Gettin
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