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To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin' 
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin' 
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)

(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
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bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)

(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)

(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)

(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
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
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat
We just want y'all to dance with us man
Y'all know what it is, it's goin' down

Motorcycle with it, with it,
on
Still in the zone
Wishin' Cory Blunt was home
Ridin' on chrome
Bangin' with my bub lights on
Ridin' home
South east of the astrodome
I'm Fat Pat's clone
do')
Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm-I'm riding candy and chrome

[Bun B]
Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow, yesterday
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
Project Pat hittin' the switch

Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga want to steal my
doors actin badda then lil niggaz
We trill niggaz in Hilfigers murderers wig splittas 
Ridin around in Lexus' and protected by chrome triggaz
Wrong niggaz
a smart mouth
It's Project Pat Memphis Tenn represent the South
So pass the dro-dro and we gone stay trickin'
Full of that mo'-mo' holla at a chicken

Bwok
gotta put Kirko on
Bitches know I'm 'bout it, man
Love the way that I swang that chrome
I be all in her body man
Every bitch that I fuck, I own
Uh, while
ridin' the slab
Wangin' out the frame, South Memphis, cruisin' Crump Ave

Crook by the book, if I was on that type of time
Wipin' shells in the bullets
magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project
When police come we stick the clips in any metal object
Throwing a nigga on the walls and try
suspect
That throws more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family
slug to your grill 
You can feel this 
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me 
Project Pat is down 
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool 
We
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
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
on the goal line
Grabbed the chrome nine, proceed with caution
Around here shit's rougher than Stone Cold Steve Austin
Floss, ridin dirty with strikes against
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
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
Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin on the scene, smokin pounds of green
Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
Nine