Lyrics:
Y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house,
an if you ain't down with the an No Limit, then ride out,
Y'all hypin' died
Y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house,
an if you ain't down with the an No Limit, then ride out,
Y'all hypin' died
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
Yo
I've been putting in overtime on this project mayne
And I appreciate you for listening
Just gonna do a little freestyle for y'all
Turn me up
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
official
Ain't too many real ones out there; I feel some
But doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to
I missed your wake not cause I'm fake
to D.C. where they, c*** it pop it
Listen up life is nothin' but the hot s***, from here to Wisconsin
Y'all n****z can get it constant
It ain't hard
Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a n****
Start shining, n****z start some s***, my guard lit
Like a boss, head n**** in charge, get in
grits, yo, nahmeen?
Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a n****
Start shining, n****z start some s***, my guard lit
Like a boss, head
niggaz sum hoes
Yall niggaz aint killaz yall niggaz some hoes
[Project Pat]
You can run but you cant hiide I wont let you slide
Strap with gun get ya mind
[Chorus: x16]
I still walk through the hood by motherf***ing myself
And if I have some beef n**** I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a n****
Noble
Yer style wack as ever
Like you was rocket patent leather
Cause a ma**ive terror
Ya'll n****s lack, you ain't terrel
Half rapper half drug kingpen
Y'all wouldn't, y'all never be shit with out us bitch, don't forget
Killin' ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Niggaz ain't shit, bodies in a ditch
How any
Y'all wouldn't, y'all never be shit
With out us bitch, don't forget
Killin' ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Niggas ain't shit, bodies in a ditch
How any
just go for it, or it's no glory
Boy them lame a** stories gettin so boring
I can spot a pretender with no binoculars
You should know by now baby it
to get that grip
Y'all niggaz talk 'cause ya talk like a bitch
Y'all niggaz walk 'cause ya walk like a bitch
Now ain't that some shit ya hatin'
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You
the speaker box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about though you just tweet a lot
Sold a couple souls for resale like the sneaker spots
Certified authentic
Catch me if you can I breeze through like the wind.. I’m bad likes some breath and I ain’t tryin to make friends...
Catch me if you can got ‘em going
to jail no a mo' mo'
(Chorus x2)
(Project Pat)
Ba-ba-buka chickens don't be kissin me
Like Alfred Hitchcock this really ain't no mystery
Tha game don't
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
in it represent it
Ya'll boys, ya'll boys ain't ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, D.J. Paul, Juicy "J"
Hypnotize Minds in here, like this
I CC'ed every girl that
I'd see-see 'round town
And hate to see y'all frown but
I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all around me, true
But I'm no
know about me
**** em all that's my whole mindset
My set gone kill em they got no conscience
Make y'all abandon building like the old projects
Set up
Discuss these yall nz aint no killaz yall nz some hs by project pat Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In