Lyrics:
watching while i'm in my Mercedes Jeep
I don't check niggas then splittin niggas
I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich niggas
presidential Rolex
bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne
Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again,
[Fat Pat (Spoken)]
Say, fool, every time I turn around this girl steady lookin me in my
Eyes...What's the deal? You think she wanna hit it up?
Why
blessed me, so I hit up Project Pat to say hey
So much paper comin' in like Project a Banker
I don't want none of your weed
You can keep the drink
My ship
at the project with a stack
Then I flipped it to a brick and then I did the Project Pat
Like, homie what's the problem?
Semi or revolve em
Catch a nigga with
see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
(Project Pat
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
Guinness
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89,
used to blow
If pockets low I'll let ya know (don't turn around)
A hair trigger that'll bust (don't make a sound)
I'm a tell ya what to do (lay it
Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin' projects
Still a nigga, ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here
Niggaz, just don't understand the story
from the projects
Yo, but on the floor tied
Don't matter, we'll take up all size
Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is
Since five, I talk jive
Spatula whippin' that dope
(Turn around, turn around)
Baby I don't wanna fuck you
I just want that throat!
I had a plan to work with that man I
I caught
seen when
I looked in my granny face
But I don't trip cause I know
She in a better place
I grew up in the projects with just one room
So I had to sleep
see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
(Project Pat
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
Logic of a snitch, "You ain't know, but I'mma let you in"
"Why would I do ten, when I can go on and turn in my friend?"
Not pokin' fun, Project Pat is
down, it's not right
Always got something to say, I don't like
Move from me with that kind of pat, what kind of pat you tryna patting around
Don't come
and they ain't 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
around
I'm fully convinced that the happiness of the here and the not yet lies (yeah)
Somewhere hidden in the Project Eden
I'm fully convinced that
Up affiliator strictly rollin' red
Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
I've been watched by parole, task force, and by the feds
'cause they
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
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
Chop Shop ft. Project Pat
INTRO
" ay man check this joint right here out,
man this joint cleaner than a man"
"oooh that joint bangin dog"
Damn
Middle of the projects with my gun in my hand
Most don't have a choice, so we choose to take a chance
Gambling
What you gon' do when it's time
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