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can't have enough
Homies wanna go and break the law cuz they hearing Three Six said it
I ain't lying I'm feeling like Project Pat if I said it I meant it

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

no getting it
She breaking it down
Baby girl this a lobotomy
Feel like JFK sister, you ride on me, ya
I'm Project Pat, you ask my brodie where he

built
Fuck with us you'll be the
Deadest hoes ever killed
Live from the corner, direct from the hood
Via satellite bitch
We the Kingz grippin 'wood

little cuz, get your bands on
Never too rich or too fancy for the hood life
Hey, Quell, we can't fail, this a toast to the good life

People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from

Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas

in the hood you'll
Never bump into Pat Sajack
But we spin the wheel every time we chill
Cops hate Blacks and Hispanics
They draw gats and just blam it

the bag, bout to make it flip
First, you hit the Fam
Then you hit the team
Grind everyday
Hustle for the cream
Now we're getting money
Now we're getting rich

to the hood it wasn’t what we came for we still left with the goods 

Knew were home free when we arrived in the projects toasted and had a smoke as we divided

(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) yeah
Ayy

By time the smoke clear
Ain't nobody gon' be around
(I can see it, yeah)
I know I did it on my own,

of ours
Famous for burnt out stars
Flamed up hoods and shot up project cars
Cop life more important than yours
Oh nah blue lives don't mean shit
It's an eye

I hate cops and
Niggas with cop friends
And still by weight in the
Hood they drop ends
With little marks on 'em scratched by the eye
You hand me

Big Business

Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Crazyndalazdayz [Clean]

1998

nigga's Dee and Blue
Project Pat, ya'll know what to do
Creep through dem streets,
Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
Tear da club up thugs, in this

Stay on your Ps, stay on your Qs
Niggas be watching
Mentality hood
If you from the streets
You know how we mobbin
Watch what you say
If you get me

touching paper and they know wassup
I got my forty on my hip my choppa in the cut

And if I got to use it ima rock a bye a birdie
The hood not the hood no

Thug Nation

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police field
I got names on bullets in the clip, the world ran by the rich
We drop the genes, that's it
Feel my aura

the hood subject, I made you love it
Crazy, I knew this chick, she had a blue Benz
A Jersey penthouse, she used to pimp girls that would turn rich men out

Get Wrong

Lil Wyte

The One and Only

2007

Project Pat Please Tell These Motherfuckers How I'm Feelin

No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even

Filled up the bag like bank bank 

Told Lil Wyte this one time, and project pat the same thing 

I can turn two Ls into a W like bang bang 

But Even in

Covered in diamonds
I hope I don't drown in all these Cubans

And I just need me a bitch
Who like to talk shit and like to take dick
And we gon' get rich
We

bread I'm good (I'm good)
And I'm still poppin my shit (Whew)
Shorty chill I'm tryna get rich (Yea yea)
Money stacked up like the projects
How you hating

either living by faith, or scared in church
You either getting this work, or you getting to work
Ima get rich homie fo they rent me a hearse
We fighting

life persuade God's decision
I'm a villain, Lord knows I'm a villain
He see me from above and all this crazy shit I been in
Born poor, die rich, hustle