Lyrics:
live an eye for an eye
You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners
And you dead ain't no love on my spot
Me and my partners pushing
don't allow you to blink
You get showered by lead, coming out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles
Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
of talent
My legacy is planted, you'll never see me lackin'
If you go against me or ever seek a challenge
Revenge will be NC-17 graphic
It really ain't
when I take flicks
Like I'm in the draft, first round, first pick
You ain't in your bag, day by dayin, face it
Said you goin' harder than me, come on,
I'm reppin' Tennessee like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from, homeboy, it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah
It's
I'm reppin' Tennessee like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from, homeboy, it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah
It's
If you ain't got my money or my bud
I'm killing you and him
(The number you reached, 9-1-1)
(Has been changed to a non-publi-)
Project Pat
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
a project brick
Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that's my starter kit
I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
I'd rather be judged by six than
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
Robertson says that he's The One
Oh sure he is,
If Armageddon
Is your idea of family fun,
An' he's got some planned for you!
(Now, tell me that ain't
nigga
Right over the blackboard
And teach you hoe-ass niggaz the rules, nigga
Cause ain't nobody showin? you niggaz
How to get money the right way
but it just gettin' worse
Ain't nothin' funny why you laughin'? Nigga wipe yo' smirk
Man they took Lil Wayne head out his foreign riding and it hurts
you better use some logic
It might sound foul but it's "The Code" of the projects
Yo, "Hav" it's deep, it's going down as we speak
And won't stop 'til
that's, important without it now
You ain't gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cash
You not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab
- loyalty, betrayal, envy
My close homie died in my arms
12 hundred project units under the sun
Ain't about where you at, it's about where you
Treat me like a deity
This ain't no piety
Shorty come pray with me
Pray you find love in me
And no no Larenz Tate
I'm a menace to society
I need a gangsta
no ball cap
I ain't saving these hoes
Project pat wit out the cape
Same hoes Still fuck us
Something good for a snake
Lil nigga but my money having ups
the DJ bring it back
See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from, homeboy,
legal way back
Popo spun the wheel of misfortune, but I ain't play that
They come 'round and pat-pat-pat us down but I ain't say jack
I escaped
Yeah,
I'm tryna get it green,
I'm tryna move it mean
Tryna make ends-meat, tryna move it clean, huh
Learned how to make a project from Pat
Now I rap
here
I ain't goin' back to jail and
That's what these suckers fear
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money
here
I ain't goin' back to jail and
That's what these suckers fear
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money
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