Lyrics:
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
the Projects like Pat, Mista Don't Play
Witnessed some atrocities I won't say
Down For My N*****
I knew I would see C-Murder
Set the tables, brought the food
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
me, Aquarius'Killa
That nigga I chop 'em Kenobi
Obi Wan, Star Wars
Killing these niggas im hard-core
Project to Pat, Nigga it's back
Denzel the Curry
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat.
Well, why can't a woman be like that?
Why does ev'ryone do what the others do?
Can't a woman
Hear me, see me
Welcome to soundview projects
Bronx new york, 10473
Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole
the market
Artificial life in the marketplace
Epic ballads by the musical whores (right)
Life is boring, so project theirs onto yours (right)
Hear
Scrapyard ghosts levitating, slap box under wolf moons
Above streets where siri noted coordinates and was too scared to speak, come through
Host
mattress
I carry guns heavy speak easy, slight with the fight words
I'll put somethin' hot through your motherfuckin' Iceberg
Got a project chica, named
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Who, who?
About to jump on my plate, I'm sayin'
Who, who?
We countin' money on planes, like
Who, who?
You wanna speak on my name? Ha
areas and times in our life
But my time as a young boy growing up with my family, reinforced by vast wealth
Indulgence, and excessive comfort
The Bakunawa
I got dumped by my DJ
He said he didn't wanna work with me no more
I got dumped by my DJ
Cos I worked with someone else on a tiny tour
I got dumped
and singing refrains
Flashing hot jewelry loot that look big in the frame
I stay present like a gift is exchanged
Existing in change
Astral project and take
Ron Oilers
That's how you feeling
Aye
I got em pissed off
I move around like a big dog
Character speak ion big talk
Don't think it
I know I'm
& make a mockery
By hiding behind the
Forefronts of democracy
These are the
Demagogues who speak
Wishing silence & darkness
Upon crucial wisdom & knowledge
Shit is all hood 'til they hear the heat cock (Whooo!)
Fall back and let the beat rock
[Masta Killa]
Degrees of experience qualifies me to speak in
The judge handing out L's like Pat Sajak
And I'm all about my team like an apex
Make you niggas turn your
Seats into a Playtex
Yes, member of a fly society
[Intro: Project Pat]
Yes sir hypnotized mutherfuckin minds my boy Lil Wyte
about to put it down for you mutherfuckin hoe's just
like this it's goin
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,
homies by my side
Now I only do the things that I like
Yeah, Balling with the team you on the Sideline
Ain't no other homies I would die by
Someone check
judge him by his past sins
Blasphemous pats on the back for these acts of compassion
When I'm speaking I'm begging your pardon
Come spend a week in my
to the mic and then got attach
Hot headed nigga got cold with that
Put on for my city like Project Pat
Niggas out here will sell they soul for a Millie
But
at
Knife Talk no feature Project Pat
Lonely nights spent by myself
How is it possible to love oneself
Shut out from the world just me and my pen
Writing
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