Lyrics:
so I hit the ground, my life is on the line
Gotta hold my projects down, can't see myself getting bodied
By a clown ass nigga that ain't even from my
a bowl, I'm out here passin' L's
I did it on my own like Pat LaBelle, homie I rap for real, no cap Pharrel
My tracks are gon' get plaques wrapped in
M G we've been here
Straight from the north side
Right by the project how did I get here
Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch
From the Hills, probably
in here
Double M G we've been here
Straight from the north side
Right by the project how did I get here
Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch
From
yo
Fearsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back
I got an old thot you can have
Nigga couldn't fuck my old bitch
Niggas couldn't eat my old pussy
I'm in the kitchen I could tell
You how the stove
it slower than its fast time
Flip ya back over, make that ass right
Weezy make ya suck it then taste
That's how the pimp play
Make her friend eat me in
all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be
[Chorus 2x]
You punks better back up
I dont need no back up
You get high drunk then you cowards wanna act up
[Project Pat]
I tote a 9 with a choppa
I come from the projects, get shot by a kid
We rolling around with pistols and ganja
When I fuck up some paper, I just listen to 'Commas'
I can
What a Diva like I did is raise four kids as a single mother in church
Used my hard times, hurts and pains, turned it into this work
You ain’t never
eat you alive
Any hook throw a line reel em in make a hit
I shoot won't miss do this all the time
They caught me stopping on the moon working on my
burst
Call the press first and ask them who got the best verse
Give me the respect I deserve
If you are what you eat, it's obvious I can't eat what I'm
You ain't really for me don't lie
All these niggas say they with me but I know they won't slide
I've been smoking crazy watching days go by
Oh my
I
surely I be stressed
And at times I do project, thinkin' I gotta protect, tryna prove myself to you, guess I been livin' in my flesh
But bitch, my soul,
own[01:05.98]This time, you can see by how it's shown[01:07.67]Scars in me, I just might be like Al Capone[01:09.49]Verse first, so I gotta set
down the line
Here we go one time
Prepare yourself for MC terror
And don't make the error of tryin to come near a
rapper so smooth and swift with
the loudest
Came up out the project houses
Where they resort to violence
Hennessy bottles on the curb
Lil' niggas tryin' to serve
Let's talk about it
Back
the government everybody just dey hustle men
Project monologues from the pits of the synagogue
We been at odds while y’all ignore the pedagogue
Mere mortals in
(chorus)
Break it down......
Nah,nah,nah,nah,nah
Oh,oh,oh,oh
(repeat 3 times)
(chorus)
Because it's everlasting,broadcasting
I don't eat meat
[Master P]
Five kids in the house with no food to eat
So me and my brother we took to the dope streets
See that's how the whole game started
And if
can't rest
Times is hard
GATS in the projects
Niggas got jealous since my LP
Made life better
Now why'll hate me
Putting my life down for G-O-D
I
retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my
girl, fuck your sister, cuff up your moms, become your father, All by 3
That means time running up remarkably
I'm flipping these kicks, like it's
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