Lyrics:
bread by the loaves
Yea that's all me
Yea that's all me, n***a
Yea that's all me
Yea that's all me, n***a
Yea that's all me
Million dollar dreams
to your tour bus, we comin' all 800 of us
Project one, project two, project three
My Recena Houses, Jackson Houses, Webster Houses
How that sound to you
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
[Kane]
I got 28 grams, that's a ounce of D
7 grams a quarter o-z, go for 2-50
Cut off the shit quickly, now I got me a G
Score four more times now
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
measure for a fully packed wallet
Ended up robbin' houses n' cars for a quick dollar
Wasn't long before he fucked up, he got collared
Did some time n
I'm talkin' bout
That's what I'm talkin' bout
Whatcha talkin' bout
So icey bank shop
[Chorus x2]
Signed with Atlantic
Now I'm maki'n mills
up in the morning, turn the news on
I count my dollars to my thing to get my groove on
Project nigga with a passion, man, I'm too on
Youngins on some
Try'n'a get right hoping that one day I'd be the man
The years went by I was M.I.A
I got rid of all of the niggas that was in my way
I saved nickels
Yeah, this La Chat up in this motherfucker
Murder She Spoke will be out in a minute
Ya heard me? Now dig that
Project Pat up on this thang
Finna let
So much, so much, so much
Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing
They don't move that fast,
little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man, I promise
I got so much, quarter million, little nigga I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat I
you created
Betrayed by the deities you hold sacred
Buckle up bitches this is project mayhem
All of your potential was a waste and squandered
Obey
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
If you searching for that person who can change your life, yeah
Start by looking in the mirror
Believing in yourself, release that beast you got
want smoke
I got the game in a hold by the throat
I got the range and them thangs that'll poke
Why yall be sleeping but claimin yall woke
How I popped
the government everybody just dey hustle men
Project monologues from the pits of the synagogue
We been at odds while y’all ignore the pedagogue
Mere mortals in
To VIP in conferences, it's marvelous (Wooohhh)
If you do not know, I was three times broke
Need two dollars, for McDonald's, now I give out loans (What's
down
Bad bitches always come around
If you bad then we fucking rounds
Big shit, know I’m talking rounds
Project n***a, so don’t fuck around
All this ice
j't'ais au Texas
Hypnose Star, Project Pat, fuck une Maybach
Pour l'studio, nous économisons
Texte maudit tah Necronomicon
J'en ai rien à battre à qui tu
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong -
Chorus:
Another Day, Another Dollar, Another Day, Another Dollar
Another Day, Another Dollar, Another Day, Another Dollar
Verse Two:
Momma probably say
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