Lyrics:
y'all
Dollar bill y'all
Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
Fiend for the mean green
Never get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta
discovered is y'all snitch lovers
I might speak, but I don't fuck with nobody
See what Doug, Jimmy & L.A. don't know
These youngins crossed the line with
girl's cunt - I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the style if you
I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin' I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
Bay bay wussup mane? Wuddup Juicy?
Wiz wussup? Project Pat wussup?
Taylor Gang in this bitch
We're pourin' drinks in the club
Smell the weed when
everyday
Still man I know y'all don't see nothing but the projects nothing but grits
But listen
Make no mother fucking mistake man
I still will shoot up
Project, I stay by the railway
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot
Now my daughter go shop for some Chanel frames
Trackin' device on the back
ball sacks
But y'all niggas don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You fuckin' with a nigga that don't give a fuck about you
Or your
So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got dealt
I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony where King got killed
I survived the livest niggas around
lord-livin',
The projects?, thank god for Russel Simmons,
Thank god for sugar hill,
I'm puttin' a different type of steel up to my grill,
Yall know what it
yeah
Lets get crazy, nigga, what
Turn up the mics
Y'all bitch-ass niggas is Swayze
Check it out
I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches
Feed they
and fuck a preshow
Your name was shorty who whip in a little Geo
Dare and look niggas get left by the sea show
Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole
how these fools die (Die die)
Waitin' on school by (By by)
Have you on the news by (By)
Y'all know how the story goes
We give a fuck about award
Clap?
Y'all hear that Nolia Clap?
I'm in the Calio, you know I'm headed front of town
By Kayotic and Lil' real one, 'cause it?s going down
You see
niggaz sum hoes
Yall niggaz aint killaz yall niggaz some hoes
[Project Pat]
You can run but you cant hiide I wont let you slide
Strap with gun get ya mind
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto),
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
the time she don't want me
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant fuck with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through
people
My music bangin like vatos locos got rap in a choke hold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
Cállate la boca, my baby
All I wanna
Check this out playas
All y'all gangster niggas
Y'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game)
I'm a let y'all know something
on triggers
And all them niggas on bullshit
[Verse 6: Project Pat]
So you wanna be ah,
Playa just like me ah,
Ridin' on tortillahs,
Choppin' up a ki ah,
Placed in the rear of ya ear
As I sit the next year
All y'all analong niggas fuck y'all we be digital
Shit is critical
Like the hallways in my projects
know I kept the city lit
Y'all know who y'all messing with
I did it like you know it
Didn't really like goldfish
Playing games like pity pat
Did that for
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