Lyrics:
the market
Artificial life in the marketplace
Epic ballads by the musical whores (right)
Life is boring, so project theirs onto yours (right)
Hear
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
jealous cause I got it by the tons
Twenty fifty hundred, is how I count my bills
Then I take it slow because it runs into the mills
Brothers try to step
Yea, see when it come to these streets
Ya’ll niggas need to understand
A couple things you know you mention a name
Like Project Pat nigga
You gotta
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
Project Pat to fall but the money piles
*** know I'm off the chain, wild as a child
There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style
Kept my street,
"J"]16x
She's a ho
[Project Pat]
Now I'm on South Parkway, make a left on third
Hit that herb
Freaky wet ho, on that thunderbird, eyes red
While she
know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
niggas ain’t on that
I thought that I told ya
Niggas ain’t on it
Them niggas be cap
Going real hard like
Project pat
Got a lil bitch
That I hit
From
the Projects like Pat, Mista Don't Play
Witnessed some atrocities I won't say
Down For My N*****
I knew I would see C-Murder
Set the tables, brought the food
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
me, Aquarius'Killa
That nigga I chop 'em Kenobi
Obi Wan, Star Wars
Killing these niggas im hard-core
Project to Pat, Nigga it's back
Denzel the Curry
with the limp shocks
Of hair shooting off the top, dudes you got to stop
For real, kill it dead
I'm going to call you Project Pat because you look like
Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here
You got the original, break da law's up in here for you hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas
grinning huh
Like I'm project pat but more wit a kodak smile
Stylin on these niggas with fashion that's coming out
In a few seasons believe or stay in denial
at
Knife Talk no feature Project Pat
Lonely nights spent by myself
How is it possible to love oneself
Shut out from the world just me and my pen
Writing
to the mic and then got attach
Hot headed nigga got cold with that
Put on for my city like Project Pat
Niggas out here will sell they soul for a Millie
But
Project Pat, sipping Cognac
Cultivate the pack, one day might collapse
If you might relapse from the dopest raps
They don’t sit and crack, bitch
Guns might
tat shit that on my skin
Every projects got a Kim
Fucking to get a come up
We grinding till the summer
On the Coli block wrapping block work with Hummer
Slay gang shit
Yo this the life we live
And that's word to project pat
Brown skin shorty
And she wants to throw it back
New year same me
Never
North!" (Mimo)
Mimo jako Project Pat, mimo jako 8Ball
Punch odpálím jako smeč, mohl bych hrát baseball
Dostal jsem slevu na swag, nejde prcat se mnou
Si
some crips
Stainless steel snug to my hip
Gotta give the streets my cred
Showed me how to water whip
Remember bumping three, six
Project pat a bunch
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