Lyrics:
but we don't give a fuck
Copy-Catters bite us, they swag suck
Know you bitch nigga's gone hate my guts, bite me
If you think I do re-write me, they say
know that this young nigga grinding
Yea you know if I want I cop it
Bad bitch but she comes from the projects
Don't fuck with her she knock off yo noggin
jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
your soul
Don't give another nigga control of your gold
Share your parties with the world and watch you get swoll, nigga
Yeah, but keep it G'd up
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
Supernova sound man run it back
Softleg heart go pitty pat
Surveillance surveilling double back
Michael Faraday put your phone in that
Over there I'd have
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
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
[Chorus 2x]
You punks better back up
I dont need no back up
You get high drunk then you cowards wanna act up
[Project Pat]
I tote a 9 with a choppa
my bitcoin'd become point one
By the new year, I'd nearly doubled that
Then the Asian FUD came, and it set me back
Did I get all depressed? Moan
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
Houdini
Eat blue meanie
Tripping from the fact
Chance is teeny
Like linguini
It's skinny not fat
Yo where my backup at?
I hear some chitter chat
Followed by
get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize Cat
Hurt me in my
yeah
Extorted for money and all the fame, yeah
'Cause they don't want us to own shit
A buncha ghetto kids out the projects
If I was made in
feelin'
You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere
Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and
Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my
to anything that speaks
Sin on the sly, just to get by, can’t you see they’d be dissatisfied?
Well the bark ain’t nothin’ but the bite’s a bitch! �
So you’d
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
a pat on the back,
With an atta boy, ya,
Ay, your lips gonna bleed,
You the ass kiss king
Verse 2
Do you like pressure,
I don’t take no pleasure,
Ya, you
wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
yeah
Tryna hold me hostage, oh, yeah, yeah
(yeah, uh)
This is God's test, oh, yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
This is for the projects, oh, yeah, yeah
(yeah, uh)
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
the chamber for you weak ass coward)
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me, Project Pat, I keep it real
I'mma introduce you, you's a sucka
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
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