Lyrics:
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package,
quite upright and
Walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her
Knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep
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
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, put his hoodie on the couch, his Timberlands up on the chair so his bitch can bring him a beer. So, this is
Who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?
Stapleton Project, recognize you're lookin at Allah's best
Puttin' on the hits, it's no
dealers
And cold hearted killers
Could it be it's in my blood
Cause my mom sold drugs?
She used to bust slugs and
Surround herself by thugs
Made mistakes by
fact
Bad Lucc was my favorite about the group
Then?Problem? took off
Another Compton native
We both Compton niggas
But Compton still ain't made it
By
or the buyer? (Both of 'em)
Pat that nigga down, I don't give a fuck
Make sure he ain't wearin' no wire (fuck him)
I'm headed to China (I'm on the way)
You're fucking with?
Shoot the gun
Then we chucking it
We the most wild clique
That's everywhere
Leave your body
On some project stairs
Best beware
Of who
out there, project pat
Bridge by the freeway
Swag on my clothes
Fall in love with hoes
Wishing I was dead
But homie I gotta go
Up up up
Always going up
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
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
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
With No Faith
In Any Female Thats Askin What I Was Earnin
I Met This Recent Lady
She Knew A Piece Of Sadey By Spinners
I Guess In My Southern Eyes That
done
Then eat 'em up one by one
Who's next
In five minutes, duplex
Twelve story brain
With a view of the projects
Spitting battle lyrics
Is
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
or you hate me
Story's about Jabar
Who goes by the name of oje
Through the best of times through the worst of times
These are the life and times
So smoke
the grass, now I see the grams out
Like I'm Project Pat, I ain't giving handouts
I'm loving her
She be running for a sandwich
Bitch hit the curb i'm hustling
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,
taught me valuable lessons
Like my best friends was a .40 Cal and a Wesson
Not these two face niggas tryna challenge my blessings
Talk down when you
Pat let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, Ouu, Ouu, yeah, yeah
Smooth Doubleb and the captain, let's get it
Your a, your a consolidation in
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