Lyrics:
a young man had to invest in himself
Shoutout to Project J
I ain't goin say no names cause
You know if I mess up and miss a name
Ya'll goin be salty
Ay man
Gunshots
Chopsticks
Memorials
Profit
Projects
Conflict
Retaliation
Logic
Peers pressure
Get influenced
Gang bang
Pulpits
Gunshots
Chopsticks
his ride, pat him down (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Now, who is the cat with
fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I've been asked to have a meal
By a big tycoon in steel
If the meal includes a deal, accept I
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE..
Ah yes, hello, hello, hello, Nigel Standers here
And as you can see, we have one of the Best developing projects
An instant classic, right here in
a bet you won't get
A one, two mic check
Get ready to intercept the thoughts that we project
Envisioned dreams of cracking spleens without a care
It's
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
Because we comin down and my
Little boys gone wreck
We comin down, yellow broads we
Puttin hoes in check
[Verse 6: Kay-Luv] 20:55
Yea we goin
Because we comin down and my
Little boys gone wreck
We comin down, yellow broads we
Puttin hoes in check
[Verse 6: Kay-Luv] 20:55
Yea we goin
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
to get Project Pat caught up in this shizurb
Since you niggaz hate, then your plan didn't wizork
On that ATL tattle tale to my bizurbs
Say you saw me with
All-in
Come on, check the beat
This song came along
God shuffled his feet
No matter, where you come from (All-in)
It just took a while, but now im here!
wit' Pat
In his back head caught a slug
.38 Caliber however at close range
Is very,very fatal mane to nigga's brain
Train everyday I'm a motherfuckin'
multiplying five pies
Mountains on the table, take a whiff, that's a line drive
Pullin' out cocaine biscuits, doin' drive-bys
Bitches buttnaked in
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Chase you got some liquor
Chase you got liquor
I was being for real by aight
Uhh, check check
We bout to end this mufucka how
How it should've
niggas in the dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin'
and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off
ain't have a 9 on me, they was lyin' on me
Court day with my old bird, they was spyin' on me
Tried to set me up, plantin' coke in my pocket
The beast pat
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
(My resume)
(Y'all go check my resume)
(I swear I turned it in)
(You ain't get it?)
(Alright, I'ma send it back in, hold on)
Adda-Ri, Adda-Ree,
Going
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
Green, Project Pat
Two Ps, triple oh
Three 6 mafia
Pouring up some coffee-yuh
I went pescatarian
I make a mean tilapia
Rosemary and cumin
My flows
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