Lyrics:
a nigga queen, I don't play cards
Let me see your hands up like a gun in your face
Gimme her combination I'mma put my tongue in her safe
And if the time is
to get Project Pat caught up in this shizurb
Since you niggaz hate, then your plan didn't wizork
On that ATL tattle tale to my bizurbs
Say you saw me with
the projects (yeah)
He ain't pop pills since we met (fuck 'em)
Told him in my bra I got a Percocet (yeah)
All these hoes screamin' they the best yet (what?)
Posters on my wall of Project Pat
Others from Memphis too it was all a dream
White boys where I'm from mostly cynical
Hold onto my focus with a broken dream
I was still in the jungle slangin' that D
Get out my face! No you ain't got no mo?'
Don't need no has been messin' up my corner
And you better
on a crate like it's elegant
Try to hate, I'm puffing up your face like a pelican
Highly enveloped in, activating my melanin
Y'all failin' to see what's
never hold it in
Right there in your face, time I never waste
Break it down and roll it up, I made it out of nothin'
Will I ride for my niggas when
that time to waste
And I thought I told you to get these fuckin' bums out my face (aight?)
Lookin' at you in your grill, it might be nice to cut
nobody stop my shine
I'm like the sun number 1
Momma smile just to see what I've become
I'm a young man wit' a big dream
Tryna make it out the projects
my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is living to this day?
I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They
Watch how you move when you step by me We got them shootas, they slide for the free
I'ma fuck up a beat then I fuck on a freak Kick the bitch out
forts
damn I wish they knew how much you loved new york
shit and can't nobody dis my nigga
motha fuck that I miss my nigga
i'm a mourn you til I join
on that
Paper she on that
Fading she on that
Whip the dick out tongue kiss then she on that
Project bitch my lil baby she on that
Scamming or robbing no
in my bank account
The foul play and the accolades is what my gang about
The knots, big faces falling out my Gucci sweats
TECs, vests, motherfuck,
you won't believe what done
Happened to me now man! What?
-I let this nigga come out my
House and he fucked my bitch!
But I'm gon' kill him when he
Get
The emperor, subjects, and his dogs
Fuck you all
Napoleon's dynamite blew up in his face
You busy handing out plates, now get yourself a taste
If they don't like me then fuck them
I told him if he could change my life then maybe i'd fuck him
We could bang on my headboard, no I don't have
Girl we could just do it like a boss
She grew up by herself off in these projects
Saw me on the corners, knew that I was back then
First day of school,
dope around his set
Repeat 1
[Project Pat]
Breakin laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and take a taste
You can smell my fuckin nuts, while this tome
Yo, I should slap all y'all niggas for comin' in my fuckin' face with that shit
(Shh, shh, aight, soon, soon)
Yo, man, ain't that-
Ain't that
Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Glee
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience
Yeah, everybody with me on that same
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
scuffed, still bugging
Earlier, around four, how I escaped the bus
The way I fell, cracked the face of my watch, my man's chanting me on
Like run, son, don't
follow
We're out for the lion's share now watch me take it there
Yeah, my verbal clarity speaks for my popularity
Sell five million CDs and give
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