Lyrics:
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
Put the passion in projects
We ain't counting no losses
Put our trust in this process
Just to bless who we starve with
Took a step, we ain't stopping
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again,
know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
talking}
Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca,
The motherfucking Tear da Club up Thugs, GangstaBoo, Indo G, its on.
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!!
Wake up and hustle, no sleep then imma run that shit back
Pray for the drip every week I want the ice on my pat (ice)
I want it, I get it for real
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
And then Pat, then will come game time
Green grows the willow tree
Green grows the willow tree
Come my love that used to be
Come sit you down upon my knee
Motherfuckers do anything for a check,
OK that's cool but don't fuck around & let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another note I'm the same nigga wit
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
Sarah lee
Sometimes we ain't eat at all
Thank God that I'm still alive
A blessing after the storm
From stuck in them projects
To dreaming and praying
We're all gonna die, someday...
The Wanderer:
Time, it's going by so fast.
I hope these moments last
Much longer than just right now.
Your face,
no Seymour
Open up your eyes you could see more
They all blinded by the tabloids
Pats baby, know I got ‘em feelin’ paranoid
I’m coming through like
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
colony!
Tom: That would be gross
You tried that in our bus one time
Mark: I tried to start our own
Nudist colony one time in our
Bus and it was pretty much
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
Cause we done came from no pots to piss on
Them project housing was brick like the Flintstones
Aye , them was some of the best times
I swear when it's
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