Lyrics:
to get Project Pat caught up in this shizurb
Since you niggaz hate, then your plan didn't wizork
On that ATL tattle tale to my bizurbs
Say you saw me with
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
tortellini smokin' project pat to that ghetto greenie
If I let her in can't let her leave me that p got water that letter steamy
More a smoker you can keep
Yes sir once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juice man
North North part 2
Raise ya thumbs up my nigg, it's on fool
Project Pat in this, who you
You with them that'll burn ya pockets and
Only deal with thoroughbreds that'll hold me down when I hustle
Hustle mamis where
Project Pat in this, who you
You with them that'll burn ya pockets and
Only deal with thoroughbreds that'll hold me down when I hustle
Hustle mamis where
detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp
Remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Ayy,
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
tough
What is it? This for them, suckas
Nigga, I came from a long line of playas
That ain't scared of nar' one of y'all, motherfuckers
I see these
from
Welcome to Watts, California
Where we ain't scared to run up on ya
You ain't prepared when it go down
You already dead right about now
The Stoney Rivers Project
(We taking all bets round here, ya heard me, Rell City, Stoney Rivers
We taking all Bets, Huh!)
U kno Im saying We out here
watching while i'm in my Mercedes Jeep
I don't check niggas then splittin niggas
I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich niggas
presidential Rolex
[Chorus 2X: Project Pat]
Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Playa gon' shine trick
You ain't on my level trick
Mane you know
know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take
that
But niggas like you, I gotta hate ya
Cause I'm just tired of suburbia niggas
Talking about they come from projects
Knowing you ain't seen
that
But niggas like you, I gotta hate ya
Cause I'm just tired of suburbia niggas
Talking about they come from projects
Knowing you ain't seen
niggaz sum hoes
Yall niggaz aint killaz yall niggaz some hoes
[Project Pat]
You can run but you cant hiide I wont let you slide
Strap with gun get ya mind
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
My mama send me by
a penguin' for a few days
Yo Bitch, you know we got big cash
Money fallin' out our pockets, give you whiplash
When we drive past your project, ain't nobody
We ain't neva scared, We ain't neva scared
We ain't neva scared satan we ain' t neva scared
We ain't neva scared, We ain't neva scared
We ain't neva
some like the mizix
Caught into they physics and how they wanna dizip
Yo be careful, it ain't ya ordinary liquid
The first time you sip it, you might
lights, projects by the dump
And cars, broads, murders ghetto life
I went through all that shit
for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice
It's
crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things
As halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look
Livin' the life that
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