Lyrics:
the rocky road, then I led 'em to the projects (whoa)
Whole hood outdoors in the street, they tryna stop 'em (no cap)
Fuck a callin' coppa, fuck a fuckin'
yah that green then I'm wit it man
understand where I'm comin from, out the ghetto slum
Project Pat, Tear da Club up Thugs out here slangin
the boss
Enforce the Laws
You want some motherfuckin' wholesale
Keep it steppin'
No discount, player, no fuckin' credit
No shorts, I came to govern the laws
BITCH YOU GONNc GET PEELE
Gangsta Boo:
Call my nigga project pat
Dog i got the ends, I need 20's navigation 500s benz
Real quick can I flip the script
I
From the beginning it was ending
We were emotionally pending
Jeopardy, second guessing
Got all the questions to my answers
Keep running over
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
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
claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump-dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare
You know we keep big thangs
That make dead people when we hit brains
It's a wrap
Askin' why Joe wanders out no more
What will the kitten do, mother, all alone
Will he stop from his frolic for the day
Will he lie on his rug by
by Versace
Melvin Flynt dropped
And niggas told me it's a classic
The reason I ain't like it 'cause
I felt like a bastard god's favorite
I felt like
could
Be worse so nigga stop complaining
I went from riding city buses
Now I'm private planing
Juicy J and Project Pat
Let's get this money nigga
Got it
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
The place where he lives, God, he gives them names
The 'Hood, 'The Projects, 'The Ghetto; they are one and the same;
And I call it 'Soulsville' ah, yeah.
We have them b****es like it was unplugged
Its Weezy Wee, Mannie Fresh, and Unplugged
We have them b****es like it was unplugged
Weezy, Fresh,
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up
take me
I got my true niggas with me and we riders)(2X)
its hard times on the blocks in the projects
call my girl up in time to flip a county check
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
(What's up, Jay Rock?)
Shit, just the same old same old
Same fiends in the hood, chasing the best dope
Project hustling, chasing them pesos
It's
Came up in the hood lil dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Might break in your house, he a dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, old
eighty-one one karat stones in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wan' kill me
Every projects in every hood I go, they feel me
Know it sounds
One in the army?
Captain... Major...
Sargent!
That's it!
So many cards in the pack
You want to know how to keep track?
Well, one is good
pours
End up wet up, 'cause when it rains it pours
It usually goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's Project Pat on the track
the hood, niggas is getting woodies
Hit the hot topic, Nicki Minaj hoodie
I'm a brand bitch I'm a brand
Go to Harlem, and get Cam
It's Dipset, get your
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