Lyrics:
{Project Pat of Killa Klan Kaze}
Its gangsta its gangsta
Weak niggas perpetrating
Thug roles broke
Willy punk hoes
Staring at the snug nose
Barrel I say
til' tha first mothafucka got blasted
I put the nigga in his casket
Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on a regular, buck when it
I'm the face of my city
Cosigned by Diddy
Hard liquor, I'm shitty
Hotel with some bitty
Got her doing my bidding
You changed, no kidding
Wasn't
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
no crossin' 'bout business, I ain't taking no more losses
Say Haitian boy Kodak, uh, I love my auntie, my niece
Run up in the projects, thuggin' by
myself
Am I good enough for you?
Am I worthy of?
Am I man enough?
Am I strong enough?
To maintain this love
You've got me questioning (yeah)
Got
yah that green then I'm wit it man
understand where I'm comin from, out the ghetto slum
Project Pat, Tear da Club up Thugs out here slangin
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls)
People got me in some shit everyday
Over this, over that
Over nothing, over something
Either
Got to be true to myself
Day in day out I've asked many questions, I say
Only to find the truth it never changes, I say
If you don't deal with it,
Got to be true to myself
Day in day out I've asked many questions, I say
Only to find the truth it never changes, I say
If you don't deal with it,
Hypnotize Minds Productions
Presents
(Yeah) New Project Pat
Project Pat
It's goin' down
Aah
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
give him all you got
I'm not fooled by the money that you got
You're still Jenny from the
Mother fucking block ohhh
You make me question if should
Be
One day you'll understand
That I've got a heart that can
Well I think I know by now
I will be standin' by your side
Takin' in account true love's
I had tinted windows on my first car,
We used to park out by the reservoir.
We had the water, radio and the stars,
Never had to worry our friends
I learned my lesson
Never talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions
The Pope and his folks got us under a scope
But for unknown
you popping
I'm from the projects, wasn't for me
By nineteen, I'd be in jail
Smoking or buying the key
Which one would you choose out of the three?
Yeah
goin' under
And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child
Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you
with my young niggas
Project Pat, in the bank with them skis on triggers
Real killers roll round here, lookin for some prey
Low key behind tinted
to question why (question why)
Why is there joy
Why is there pain
Why is there sunshine then the rain (one day)
One day you're here
Next you are gone
No
relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be?
See I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs
Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow,
I tell the 'Gram I'm goin' crazy
Aye baby now you want the truth
Well I'm beginning from the roof
Question after question after fuckin' question
Girl
up
Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you
Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you
to question why (question why)
Why is there joy
Why is there pain
Why is there sunshine then the rain (one day)
One day you're here
Next you are gone
No
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