Lyrics:
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
And they rainin' on ya block, and ya brains like Chile
Get Silly!
[Soulja Boy]
My chain too silly, my watch too dumb
Only rapper on Myspace with more
mack that
Need a billion dollar bitch
Put my pimpin' in your life
Watch ya daddy get rich
Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C,
[Intro: Project Pat]
Yes sir hypnotized mutherfuckin minds my boy Lil Wyte
about to put it down for you mutherfuckin hoe's just
like this it's goin
sips on sysurp)
Get it by the 8, by the pint
(or by the kisurp)
Some might take ya high, or a down
(or a bisurp)
Whatever you can stand, floats ur
niggas get tried, survivable, nobody liable,
I got caught by 5-0, grandmama came to court wit her bible,
But when the judge hit the gavel, too far from
ho's puckerup tryna get them to slide
that's on our mind getting high all the time (we tryna fuck!)
We hustle hard, hope the fiends buy all the dimes
Oops I meant Y, others gotta die
Just to help sorry-ass lames get by
Now you'll let a bird die if you saw a bush
But you're pussy in the hood nigga, come
Modern vampires of the city, hunting blood
Blood, blood, blood blood
You coulda from Rema, or ya come from Jungle
You coulda come from Fire House
aye)
But I got ya, you know, the whole Wild Moneys
(Soats, Northside, Southside, Eastside, Chicago), get up outta here
(Man! Westside!)
This has
a seven trey
Dade County dopeboy, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I hustle everyday
We squashed the beef to get the money
We set examples for rich niggas in
(Da-da, da-da, da da)
So don't be mad at me
I used to breathe asthmatically
No strategy for whenever brain
Gets going, counting the stars
they hustle for money
Monday to Sunday
Bring your problems and I'll bring my drugs
And we'll have a party, we'll have a good time
Well let me get
Opalocka, floppin dem candy paints
Chrome Daytons, 12 pack of 12s in the seven trey
Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place
Get murdered for
Hey, baby even though you break my heart
I still love you
Sorry is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive
Modern vampires of the city, hunting blood
Blood, blood, blood blood
You coulda from Rema, or ya come from Jungle
You coulda come from Fire House
house parties in the projects
We goin` all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I`m gonna buy me a gun
Then what`s next?
Food and Sex,
shining
Off my watch like to rocking Jay-Z
Project Pat is D-B-I foreign rides
Duffle bags of bread stayin Cali high
Pills, weed and pussy, and pussy
Pills,
endz
Playin' no games, ya hear me?
ya hear me?, ya hear me?
yeah, niggas like, Triple 6
DJ Paul, Juicy J, (breathes and hisses)
Gangsta Boo, Project Pat
Too $hort:
If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.
[Chorus]
This is for the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas, oh
This is for
rockin'
A c'mon everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, a body rockin'
A c'mon everybody
Dogghouse in ya mouth
(We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse
[Chorus]
Street life, is the only life we know
(That's all I know) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, gotta hustle for our dough
(I'm just tryin' to get it
I Hit that blunt now everything at ease
Just like Bigfoot I be in them trees
Project pat I want dope I want cheese
I'm blowing kush on the moon feel
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
Discuss these get ya hustle on 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