Lyrics:
to survive
So many ways it impacted our lives, we reside
In the Projects
(Aye) One time for the projects
(One time) (One time) (One time) (One time)
One time
I'm a read y'all a gangsta bedtime story.
Come here, sit on my lap.
(Okay.)
Check it out.
Great scotts, it's hot today
He ran up out of bullets
me out i been authentic aint no counterfit
Switching up the flow this off the dome cause i was meant for this
Banging old school project pat on my
no ball cap
I ain't saving these hoes
Project pat wit out the cape
Same hoes Still fuck us
Something good for a snake
Lil nigga but my money having ups
a snack
I was a young nigga on the block, watchin' cuz sell crack
I cannot save bitch, grew up on Project Pat
Itching for that drank, think I'm about
till morning
Like Marino strong armin' the game
but I'm not retiring till I got a championship ring
poppin champagne simple and plain
check the map
have her ass pumpin like the dope in the projects
I'm still in these streets like I ain't even hot yet
I do it for the hood like I can't even stop yet
The option of getting dropped is what’s locking me in the projects
Got nothing in my pockets but my hands up like I’m rocky when they stop me
Walkie-talkie say
Lemme start off by sayin you a fuck boy wanna be
Claimin I ain’t flexing I ain’t got a fuckin Rollie
That might be true but my glasses are Versace
Cadillac
Dirty south, tenhle south
Jedem hard, jedno je co bude pak
Kelímek držím, je to double cup
Začnu rapovat tak jako project pat
Jestli máš ty
run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn
run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn
weed got a case of gangrene when it's angry
I act like Scarface up in your project hallway
Make sure you're all covered by AllState
Me and them beats
[Break]
[Verse Three: Masta Killa]
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far
I'm strange in a lost mess
I caught a lot of shit by being different, they tried to hinder Tech
By calling him devil worshipper, surfaced up
two, one two, check it out
All alone, gold song, like Mike Corleone
Get a little while in the pen, still hold the throne
Blood is the same for us
nigga's Dee and Blue
Project Pat, ya'll know what to do
Creep through dem streets,
Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
Tear da club up thugs, in this
the down payment
You talking all that Jazz
Get yourself
Mutilated
Gorilla pimpin is an all season sport ( season sport )
I learned that from
Project pat
Crump Ave crook by the book
If I was on that type of time
Wipin' shells in the bullets when
Loaded in the nine crime done
On a daily pay attention to this
Thank you Project Pat
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
Repping the good guys always doing bad shit
Crump Ave crook by the book
If I was on that type of time
Wipin' shells in the bullets when
Loaded in the nine crime done
On a daily pay attention to this
no getting it
She breaking it down
Baby girl this a lobotomy
Feel like JFK sister, you ride on me, ya
I'm Project Pat, you ask my brodie where he
these police sick of us
We selling pounds off the Popsicle trucks
Said a hundred bricks by the mail box
Tell UPS to come pick it up
Got 50 bands in
Workin’ on a lot of projects
I’ve been diving into mosh pits
Everything that you got with
Been working on you like crazy
Hands on me like we did lately
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