Lyrics:
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
lights, projects by the dump
And cars, broads, murders ghetto life
I went through all that shit
for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice
It's
Questions
If we go by seniority
And made it priority
Would all the minorities
Be the majority
Would they fall back and give us the authority
Bitch I got
Frisk and stop
Ain't no time for questions
It's a frisk and stop
Pat my body down
Before you pull and cock
Making me confess
Making me confess
I want your
Frisk and stop
Ain't no time for questions
It's a frisk and stop
Pat my body down
Before you pull and cock
Making me confess
Making me confess
I want your
the street gangs
Ain't no question how I got my fame Ice
Chorus
Motherfuckers want to know what it do
They want to know if its the red or the blue
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
These niggas tempted by these slut hoes who fuckin' the block
Ain't no more love in my heart
And I don't mean to question God, but
If he kill my
a project brick
Pack of Newports and Actavis, yeah that's my starter kit
I put my Glizzy on my hip and flag to my left
I'd rather be judged by six than
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
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun) (4X)
[Project Pat]
I
nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch
We gon' fight up in this bitch
(Project Pat)
Swang a fist at ya bitch and I swear I'm crackin jaws
When
shit ain't fake, I gotta break and get the fuck by from this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when
Shouldna stepped to me at all
You weak busta!
[Project Pat]
A mistaken ID
Wanna put me in the po-key
'cause I'm on parole
Police swearing that they
Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only
I'm gon' be a real ass bitch all my life
Got them hunnids by my side, I'm gon' always be alright
I'm gon' always pop that shit 'til the day I die
I
be weary, watch for caution, yo be warned
By Dre and out the project born
Capable in any and every
Cause yo I get heavy, when introduced to a medly
[Turk]
They got this nigga named Rob, and Rob is my dog
His people doin' bad, sometimes I break him off
I got love for the nigga 'round my way,
I need a project bitch
I feel like Project Pat
On that Six Mafia shit
I need a moonlight bitch
Daydream when I'm with my bitch
Don't know what loving
We're all gonna die, someday...
The Wanderer:
Time, it's going by so fast.
I hope these moments last
Much longer than just right now.
Your face,
the home that I started building
2 Years went by
Less questions were in need of drilling
3 Years went by
I hammered in my head that this project would never
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
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