Lyrics:
tough
What is it? This for them, suckas
Nigga, I came from a long line of playas
That ain't scared of nar' one of y'all, motherfuckers
I see these
And cocked, but now the clip's ready to peel on a punk
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
Why'all niggaz better run, we ready for war
This ain't no game we off the chain,
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DON CAPITO IN THAT BITCH
You can front if you wanna
But i'm here to represent
Ask that hoe
If you run up
Project pat ain't never scared
John wick
me on
I'm a project, lift me up
Pull me over, pat me down
I'm a object
But I'mma object, stick up
Till you put me down
Make a mess on your block wet
Get off the hooks in project style like Bernard Goetz
What's the matter, kid you scared, come and do the bid
Inmates'll damage your tapes,
got his plug pulled
That chicks shiesty don't go by what looks good
We in the ear, trust she heard that
Why you loving 'eml my niggas tap that
Fake
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
ghetto trying to have a little change
My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat
And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police
I done
to the projects
Some shit she ain't used to
A hood nigga fa sho that's to the fullest
Ay tell them lame ass niggas to eat a bullet
Playin' hooky I was tryna get her
Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame
Cocked up and sideways when I'm tippin the lane
Showin Asshole By Nature so they know what I claim
Ain't no
to H-Town, connectin' SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin' sticky green
to H-Town, connectin' SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin' sticky green
It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
But I move low key, posted in the trap
Raw with the rap, to put my hood on the map
I'm a do this one for H.A.W.K., and his brother named Pat
And my
we'll hang out next week
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care, guy!"
He got mad,
first H we rep
Never leave the projects and ya'll know the rest
(Chorus)
Nobody likes me everybody hates me so I got to pack my gun
We carry big
energies floating by?
You ain't gotta pick them all
Some energies people are gonna go and pick
Won't fit them all
Some energies dem evil in disguise
shot up than a bitch
I ain't tripping bout you man
I'm on dead presidents
All my niggas killas and ain't
Scared of the penitent-ions
Money always make
ain't know my money long
Y'all money gone 'cause we changed the game
And came with tighter flows
I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, 'cause nigga
missed you
By the book, fundamental
Mountain top, where they temp you
I ain't jump for a nickel
I stayed kind and gentle
I was blind and crippled
I been
you're facin'
Prosecution set it with your opening statement
Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family
break 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, riding high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or swerving in a '85 Regal
Look
deep inside the projects where its bracken at
You know the zip
Where we take a quarter piece
Flip it, tell the corner lit
A1 yola, that fresh over
while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, shit that's her."
She roll with them
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