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Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's Project Pat on the track
off your shoulders

(Project Pat)
Mister murderer robbers
Niggas with some charges
You fake mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is
makes me a G
Rockin' up 18, sellin' 18 holes
Mr. Dopeman, oh hope his pockets swoll
Now it's '97 and I got me a ki'
1008 grams, 36 o-z's, lots of D
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
sucked 
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in 
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth

By love real my nig
hit tha gas hit tha break now swerve( swerve)
Ridin (ridin)
Swervin (swervin)
Ridin (ridin)
Swervin (swervin)


Project Pat

Now they was thinkin dirty
I help you wit'cho bitch, I'm lovin your dame
Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein
Niggaz talk it they don't live it, these niggaz is
why'knahmsayin?
Chrome stay out of jail man be around when your album come out

Check it out, we got another album from project pat droppin why'knahmsayin
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Hello, hello, hello?

[Boogelou] (talkin)
Pat, what's up man, what's up?

[Project Pat] (talkin)
Boogelou, what's up man?
Man
We’re gonna hit them honky tonks tonight

Down in Redneck Paradise
It’s a hole in the wall kinda small just look for the red light
And have no fear
potent shit I'm ready to roll it

[Hook]

[Project Pat] 
You know naturally I'm high
Down in Memphis we smokin on dat light
Dats goin keep you melo
Bud
French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probly strapped
It’s the Rocky cap, turn my swag on, holla back
Throw a dollar
We’re gonna hit them honky tonks tonight

Down in Redneck Paradise
It’s a hole in the wall kinda small just look for the red light
And have no fear
shit on the really cause I do it on the daily
Straight to the hole like my man Malik Seally
I hit stunts, on occasion smoke blunts
My moms don't like me
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
grind on in the project hallway
Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[B.G.]
Started
able to survive 

But it's harder 

My balance on the high beams of life 

Keep my dreams and strife 

That's why I hit these 

Mother fuckin'
Up affiliator strictly rollin' red
Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
I've been watched by parole, task force, and by the feds
'cause they
the leaves
In my hand bricka?
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern
French braids, gold teeth
I'm out here makin' sense
Plus, I'm
took it slow

Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals
Can't see me with the dough, uh

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need
haters, wanna know who you are
When you coming down, like a superstar
If you really wanna know, who it be
It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D

Hit a lick
phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping
the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

We hustle hustle everyday, all day
So Set Your Phasers On Kill If Ya Will So Catch The Feeling
Got Your Head A Pumping A Back And Forth Until It Hits The Ceiling
Now I'm Wheeling
a lot of niggas buck wild
The root to all evil daily I chase it
Blow it on weed and drink then hustle to replace it
It's hard from the start where I