Lyrics:
to the bottom now I'm bound to see the top, my hood.
[Chorus: x2]
You gotta love ya hood,
You need to love your projects,
Hey get me, get me.
I got
jacked Project Pat
never fake the deal all about a meal
keep a strap for the wolf pack out here trying to steal
cause I still think some of y'all
want
Retaliation nigga it's a must
Don't get too close the rugers they will bust
(Project Pat)
I'm the main nigga on these bricks
Who don't give a fuck
If I had
skinny nigga learn to hustle and ball
Grew up in the projects
Ran with killers and dealers
No Limit Soldiers keep in the family, no nigga
Don't
Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded
Can't you tell there's been a switch made?
Now fellas decide that they wanna run and tell like in
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinkin' Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like
doin' everything
So u kno wats happenin', there no need to pitty-pat
Dogg in this motherfucker, yeh I get da kitty-kat
Swervin' on da one-ten blowin'
I'm bout' this cheese, fuck the fame, you can go to hell
With that shit, got's to get what I can, back on these bricks
Project Pat, suicidal
I'm bout' this cheese, fuck the fame, you can go to hell
With that shit, got's to get what I can, back on these bricks
Project Pat, suicidal
that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic, haven't you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho'
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
do ya
I'm gonna get you anyway
Athletic... boogey down
Hustle... Turn back
Feel pathetic..Sugar town
No muscle..Soul hack
I'm jumping..You
I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
A newport is all I can give ya' player
So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater
feel like project pat my shit been hard you niggas late
Damn bitch you stupid thick
Let's go get this bag
She stunning hard and all them hoes they
to the stage
Come on
You're all welcome to hell's roadway
First family style
Buck ass wild
What ya say
Billy Danze:
Get ya
In these times we gotta hustle 'cause our pockets be hurt
Lil niggas wanna get fronted from who got work
Is she ready for that, you wanna wash
keep my ears to tha street
So hoe you watch what ya sayin
(Project Pat)
They lock me up just like Tupac
And I went platinum
Layed it down for a calendar
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
[Chorus: x2]
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All
Life a marathon and im just trying to stay On track
Taking step by step so you prolly see me Count my laps
Never was the type to rush I really
And if (and if) I die (I die)
I don't want you to cry
I stay sharp as always
Runnin' ya bricks with blitz, through ya project hallways
Dumpin' crews
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
[Repeated: Chopped and Screwed]
Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up
[Chorus: x2]
All that flashin' on the town
Get ya rob
You be spendin' all your cash
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
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