Lyrics:
i'ma sho split it
(Project Pat) in Hollywood at the stop sign
Watchin out for one time
Clean on them things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that
dollars into debt
Lost my job n my respect
Guess you could say this years been pretty rocky
N Still I got my project dropping
Half n half
Empty hearted but
that
It's the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It's the Rocky cap, turn my swag
Gotta ten thousand dollar text messages
My Nigga calling from da pen no stressing
Pulling up when it's beef no question Kuddy n a old school straight
kap aprann
Pou sak pat atann, e pou sak pat ka tann
It’s Cliowen time, nigga black wattaguan!!!
-Verse 2- (Cliowen)
Se Mwen pou’n tande pou nou pa
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
she'll have u out here slipping
She a project chick, so u know she really with it
U see a hating ass hoe point her out 2x
She talking reckless then u hit
disease
Don't be a pawn for their greed, you'll be no martyr to me
In Afghanistan, platoon split into halves
Serial one is on foot, led by O'neil and Pat
car in your project's in '95'?
[N] Did Jungle shoot up the club lately?
[N] Did Jungle kidnap Philly's Most Wanted, then they drove him to his safety?
car in your project's in '95'?
[N] Did Jungle shoot up the club lately?
[N] Did Jungle kidnap Philly's Most Wanted, then they drove him to his safety?
I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
A newport is all I can give ya' player
So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
of Pat, now who the next to plex
They ain't gon like it, when they get a taste of A.B.N.
Bubble lights, alligator insides yeah they gon hate me then
And I'm
with the wide ass back
Tear the up saloon
Go project pat
Or you can catch me outside how bout that
Make your girl have a Asthma attack
Take her breath
and Hummers; lil daddy, we bout dat (VROOM, VROOM)
Whodi, ice on our mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!)
Block parties in the projects; souljas, we
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
They ain't fuck with my when I was all by my lonely, locked down on Carl Griffin
You broke the code, you put a dollar before me, we from the projects
Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga want to steal my
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
the engineers, Chilly Chill, mixers
Esco, much love goes out, to Rita Lee
The Buchanans, Suzis 'N Uzi
Everybody that, helped this project from day one
Can't
eyes they peeping tryna take mine when sleeping
Through the grape vine it's leaking n**** say hi to Jesus
You ain't got a reason n**** hate gotta be it
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