Lyrics:
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel
Kendrick, just brin' my car back, man
I-I called in for another appointment
I
the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade, never been
Ah, please (Project Pat) Yea
Ah Please! Say pretty please ah
(Project Pat) Yea *sound of mix table*
Say I want some triple six dick
(Let's) Ooh
Dry your eyes my little friend
Let me take you by the hand
Freddie get ready Rock steady
When Johnny strikes up the band
They'll be rocking in
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Chorus x8
Prophet Posse, the Posse bitch
(Scarecrow)
It's mafia time
Lord Infamous' mind
It just ain't stable
My actions are even more shocking
Written by Peter Green.
I´m a loser two times
I´m a loser two times
I tried to change my ways but I was too blind
I lost my money, I lost my
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
[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
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
fuckin calendar dawg.
I need ya to send me sumthin.
[Boogelou] (talkin)
I gotcha, what happened?
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Man, I was messin off wit my
Yeah!
Yeah nigga! (It's ya boy Lil Jon right)
You know?
Got my nigga Project Pat right here wit' me!
(What's up boy?)
Memphis Tenn' to da
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
times
But it's money, money, money, money, money on my mind
Put a beam on the glizzy, don't get caught between the lines
Last nigga we got busy on got
Fully-loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling
Money money, hoes, clothes, nigga that's all we know
(On my mom and 'em)
Murder murder, kill get your fucking
Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat
The #1 ringtone! It's goin' down!
Don't call me no more
And don't text me no mo
Project Pat featuring Three 6 Mafia
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Every evening when the sun goes down I sit here in my room
And the lamplight streaming over me projects my lonely gloom
My counterpart in agony
the back of my mind
I bump and grind with nothing less than a dime
Making movie money, you still investin' in rhymes.
And I'm in this bitch
With
by the nickel
Breath smell liqour
Mane it's Project Pata
Playa from the sizouth
Always pack the gata
Gold teeth in my mizouth
Hustle for
And take any nigga in the click to the Super Bowl
And party like it ain't nothin
But most of my homies they done died over drug money
Like Bizzy Bob
Then I went by my Granny on Garfield, by Moolah house
Where they keep them toolies out
Track life, fear nobody, track life
Get your money, track life
the strip?
If it don't make money, then it don't make sense
Crime don't pay, but it pay my rent
Got a trap house, jumping hoes, the neighbors don't stand
Bright lights, Houston is hot tonight
Arabian sheiks and money, up in the sky
Now I don't mind, a bloodbath, when I've got oil, on my breath
A jungle
Guns go off in the jungle
I tip my derby like Zorro
Ain't no such things as war heroes
Frontline planes fly by, like the sparrow (BLAOW!)
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