Lyrics:
it's the river we lost for years
Past the chemical plant where the junk flows in
By the nuclear project where the children swim
Under bridges in
The Lil' Daddy got it down pat, yeah
I'm like the name Heavy D, I sound fat
Word for word, line for line, uh
I gets mine and show I'm poetically
cuz Def Jam been Def ever since Russel Simmons, I want the women
the world and everything in it, I feel timid by the minute,
Don't ask how we did it,
Mista Don't Play though
Raised in the projects so I pat them pockets
My rhymes be like nines when they shoot off like rockets
Straight to the cranium
of a building
Your body's found by children
Playin' hide go seek
All we found was his skeleton
In the back of a car
You spawned with the wrong guard
You know my
In our work, we take our pride,
Professional pride, side by side.
Every task, with all our might,
Professional pride, shining bright.
Through
him, took off through the air like a pigeon
Quick so he won't start meowin' and bitchin'
Then landed at the cat's tag address in the projects
the pseudo-refractions
The Fractal Mirror
Projects the lies
Told by our fathers
Sung by our mothers
The Fractal Mirror
Reflects the lives
Of Hindered generations
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 to think
Southside where it’s at, Southside
Southside where it’s at, Southside
Southside where it’s at
Fairview, Pradera
All I know is broke, no one to show
outside, the bitch up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of everyone
Bitch
little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man, I promise
I got so much, quarter million, little nigga I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat I
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
and settin' up assassinations
Ask Pat Robertson, quiz him (mm, smells like terrorism)
Racism in the news, still one-sided views
Sayin' whites find food
Pray
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
YOU MATTER TO ME
By Pat Melfi & Cary Park
I give you my heart, give you my soul
I'd give you everything, you make me whole
Nothing I do, could ever
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah, it's
So much, so much, so much
Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing
They don't move that fast,
on properly?
You know, hittin' them kush ups
Puff, puff, pass, nigga project Pat
Nasty Man, Bun B, let's go
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff,
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
don't make me laugh
Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time
Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline
Who believes he movin' keys
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
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