Lyrics:
from the projects
Champagne out of a can would be the fly shit
And I'm a history maker, hood motivational speaker
Rap Led Zeppelin, best-dressed list
though
Better fuck me like you need a love
When I drop by, drop by gold CD's
Tonight I'mma put my seed in one
That's what's up
Gichen- a button-up
Artificial life in the marketplace
Epic ballads by the musical whores
Life is so boring project theirs onto yours
Hear the anthems of the pepsi generation
See
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely
It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "wow" (wow, wow)
Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (on
we'll hang out next week
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care, guy!"
He got mad,
a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go
My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated mindless
the only one you let that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more
I
And comparin to me, ya frill healy
Maze who come nearly
Some the Projects thru youngers
Gun shit confronted
By jakes poppin up like late walkers
All around, all
tees, bucket hat account fat
You can have all that
Work easy now with gpt chat
Everybody copy
ask the lil bro of project pat
Keep your opinions
me, yea
And you know that I'm a foo G
Imma kill em' softly, show em'
Who the boss be, yea
Just a youngin' from the projects
Who ain't out for
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
like TLC the way I'm splashin' (whoa)
Drippin' passion, wristwatch Alaskan
I feel like Project Pat the way I'm passin' this
Blunt to my lips, one
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
CLIMBING UP THE CHARTS
YOU CAN PICK UP A PIECE OF THE LATEST RELEASE WITH EASE
SO EASY
YOU PASS OUT CREDITS AND PRETEND TO RUN THE SHOW
I'D LIKE
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
culture and way of life
He gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie
Go to seminary
By then all of his boys will die
Jesus came to invade culture
This yo course niggas
Say none of that sucka duck ass shit
Nigga it's that real street music
Project Pat
Hear you guys scream, HAM in the streets
I
livin'
Spit 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
and gentlemen, once again
As if we never left
It's MTV Unplugged
I'll be your host this evening
I go by a couple of names
Some people, they call me a lot
cause I'm infected but but I don't need a medic
Need a liquid anesthetic, let me show you how I get it
I don't got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I
Elphie, now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project!
You really don't have to do that
I know, that's what makes me so nice!
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
Hear me, see me
Welcome to soundview projects
Bronx new york, 10473
Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole
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