Lyrics:
and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Hurt
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
heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my
on properly?
You know, hittin' them kush ups
Puff, puff, pass, nigga project Pat
Nasty Man, Bun B, let's go
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff,
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
killed my spirit
So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
I pat myself, teacher said I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam them
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
I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
A newport is all I can give ya' player
So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
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
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
some like the mizix
Caught into they physics and how they wanna dizip
Yo be careful, it ain't ya ordinary liquid
The first time you sip it, you might
comin', no I'm not Jay-Z
Too many n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me
This ain't a movie dog, nope, not Waist Deep
I'm not an actor, but I'll show
ride the wave
Like there's no tomorrow
I feel hopeless
Hope y'all don't choke on the ghost of my open bottle
And rope in some stolen follows from
you prayin' for a new religion
Murk you in the kitchen by the stoves
Step over the body, do the dishes
Bitch, my mama ain’t raise no bitch
Me and my
I ain't with my team
Can't spin it fast I got a save the cheese
Blessings all around with no Heights
You can stay on the ground but we gotta take
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
And some nights I be wondering how I even got the strength
I can't see it, but 8K be beaming
Tell me I am him (Him)
Running through, buzzin', I ain't need no
the sceptre's clean
All we ever seen was methamphetamine
My role models had several felonies
Tryin' to profit fast off of Ghetto D
Project Pat with the Ghetty
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
can goo google me like Project Pat
My salary in cash look like ten tons of celery
And ima cash out till' the fat lady sings a melody
I was that kid that
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