Lyrics:
Most of my friends is in project nigga
Brooklyn, Queens, the whole NY nigga
Nigga pull your card like an ATM
Mistook me for fool found out that I'm
the most flyest and stylish rapture,
My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest,
My first album through to him, that was my biggest project
who run outside
I swear by god we will
Chorus
An I fancy a knife inside my pants
Bone handled razor sharp
An weæ?£l run ones that survive the blast
Vory, what up?
You know what it is
When you hear that
Haan
Coke Boys
Yeah (Montana)
Gangsta Grillz
I come from the gutter, I'm a project
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
the paper I just want the paper
Suckas wanna see me fall fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dog Project Pat'll play it slick
Flick when I'm in
watchin'
I'm guessin' they feelin' my posture
Designered down for a year straight
Everything about me updated, yeah
Came up off sellin' that weight, yeah
to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the motherfuckin' Bobcat
Ninety-three suckas want me to go out
Throw the ho out,
a trance
It's somethin' funny made by me and it's called the Biz Dance
I think the way I do it is so unique
By the way I move my hands, hip,s legs
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off
name)
Fuck the bitch so goddamn quick the next mornin', I forgot that ho came ('got that ho came)
Got a AMG Benz in the parkin' lot, fishbowl, ain't got
get everything you ever wanted baby
That's my word
Trust, my niggas come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids
I
get everything you ever wanted baby
That's my word
Trust, my niggas come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids
I
the life you live a lot of façade in it
(Cap) niggas know I stay with juice like
My name was Project Pat (Swear)
Heard you made it out and lost it
Like you
Rolling up that loud, that's me getting high
Get it where you fit it
That's where you find me
Get it by, treat it like a fucking job
Or you rob
Get
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
yeah
Tryna hold me hostage, oh, yeah, yeah
(yeah, uh)
This is God's test, oh, yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
This is for the projects, oh, yeah, yeah
(yeah, uh)
niggas lost in the stairwell
(Tang-o-phonics number one) Yeah, yo, yo
Represent my projects Stapleton (after the smoke is done)
He represent that
rappers, snipe a nigga, how 'bout that?
Hunnids fallin' out my ass, put a nigga on they back
Project baby with no Similac, in the Caddy, but I never lack
the tears I dropped inside that room you'll think Harvey came
But that shit ain't change my problems
Cousin got killed by his patna a year after he lost his
to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it
Guys like you and me we're just the losers
Who keep waiting to be seen, right?
I mean no one seems to care or stops to notice that we're there
So
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
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