Lyrics:
need a ladder just to climb on my penis
Got two words for the rap game
Fuck y'all
I'm on my own planet
I'll do my own thing
Then turn around
to exquisite
For y'all snake-ass lizards
Check my style right before you freestyle
My style's hostile, Teddy Ted heard it he said "Oooh child"
I'm quick
freestyle flow (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Just a couple of motherfuckers that I know (uh)
I'm strictly representin'
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got
the fuck up, bro"
I love y'all, Antoinette, Donna, Jamie, Stephanie
Jenny, Paul, all you motherfuckers know who y'all at
And legal, man, album delivery, I
ballin
Revenge is my arts is crafty darts
While y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how y'all niggaz get past me
I been doin this before Nas dropped
to tha point
Here, (yesssir) Project Pat album underground album, in stores right now (rite
Now nigga!) what's tha name of that junt? Mista don't playyyy.
y'all treat us
No Doubt! Ay yo, yo
Come here so I can bust in ya mouth
(Ay yo, come on here bitch)
Nigga FUCK YOU
(No, FUCK YOU BITCH)
Who you
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me Project Pat I keep it real
I'mma introduce you you's a
Sucka faking deals
If you gonna let
Y'all know how I give it up
Y'all know how I give it up
We not cut from the same fabric, my aura's Radioactive
Wiping out city blocks of bum ass
paper planes through the projects
Now the whole project's on my jet
Now you see the real in the front row
In every one of y'all televised shows
Super
1996 what
Yeaaah
I was born in 96 I was raised up in the projects man y'all know just how I live yeah
I was born in 96 I was raised up in
hell you sayin'?
Fuck you taln' bout? Fuck you taln' 'bout?
Nigga hell you sayin'?
I make rainy days, it's a drought for you
Y'all ain't crusin' my
mic at your birthday party
Your group set up, takin' turns, y'all shut the fuck up
Walk, grab your nuts, leave the kangol's and scratch your butts
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
Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
need tempo (tempo)
Fuck it up to the tempo
Pitty-pat, pitty-pat, pitty-pitty-pat (pat)
Look at my ass, it's fitty-fitty-fat (fat)
Kitty cat, kitty
need tempo (tempo)
Fuck it up to the tempo
Pitty-pat, pitty-pat, pitty-pitty-pat (pat)
Look at my ass, it's fitty-fitty-fat (fat)
Kitty cat, kitty
in projects serious
And why Y'all call it a project, are we an experiment?
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3]
Yo, I wasn't tryin to be a slave
Or encaged
funky, funky beat
The beat that makes you get up and pat your feet
Young ladies rock on, y'all
Rock on, y'all
Till the break of dawn
I say you do
and pat your feet
Young ladies rock on, y'all
Rock on, y'all
Till the break of dawn
I say you do the spank or the patty duke
Either one you want, you
Fuck all y'all bitches ass niggas from my heart
Everybody talkin shit but nobody wanna start
Straight for QB, original shit starter
Welcome me
This the story of a project baby
Yung nigga with a glock no safety
Full house by the bunch no Brady
Mashed potatoes boy my life wasn’t gravy
Yea they
It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)
That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)
That y'all (that y'all!), that
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