Lyrics:
and mental balance
I get hit with inner demons but GOD I do love the challenge
BITCH I got it
Yeah I got it
You know I’m bout it
Bitch I got it
Yeah I got it
a whole plate and ????? holes
I'm mo south Memphis mane I chopped em at the wig shop
I'm mo south Memphis ????????????????? Infamous
Chorus
(Project Pat
find you to do what you care
Hanging in the motherfucking
Liquor store, let you know
Wanna sight your doe holes
Scarin like a scarecrow
Hit the floor
Who
my mind
IT means that neither one of freakish clowns
Ain't even a "Penny Wise"
And as far clowning goes? I may joke around a lot
But I never just
Like the broads in the beauty shop talkin a lot they want what you got
It ain't no doubt about that
As they [?] winkin they eyes at this player Fat Pat
I
I got the bag the dúss
Twelve hundred dollar shoes
The stash, the juice
It cost alot of ooze
The gas the goose
I'm jumping off the moon
If that's
Reflections nothing but an empty husk-- blind and weak
But remember that what's real isn't what it seems
When I escape into that hole where I stare at a screen
Rhyming at hyper speed time is flying by but I'm relieved
Started from the bottom and the back pondering on how I'm gonna rap
Lot of rappers caught up in
it
Who do I catch bitch?
Real rock, rap and not a Xerox, we're not
Enough to make ya fear a lot, from here watch
I ran scrimmage, and I fought
and
Cameron joined Burbank High School’s show
Choir team she adored her time on stage
But dreaded the moments she spent off
Of it cameron didn’t make a lot
popped
She used to tell me like to scratch it like the chicken pox
Listen I learned a lot from them switches and belts
But nothing ever hit me like
living in a hole.
Give me the rope, pull it back, cut him slack he's getting old.
This cold does nothing for his brittle bones..he's shaking.
Always put
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
dress in
Is the flyest, it’s so sexy
Got me beso when I get
Whatchu sip on? What’ll it be?
So I, so I got a lot to do
And I got a lot to prove
So what
the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay back
Hold up, now roll up, yo where them niggaz at?
I know one of them cats from the projects with Jay
the people hit by Regan's economics
I don't doubt it, they scared of us
Look how they prepared for us
Laws were never equal
I'm just talking to the people
I
life over
Extensive searches throughout the projects
Put a lot of people through misery and wreck
Everyone a suspect 'til someone was found
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
Project Pat from the street
I'm bringin' this
They don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
Project Pat, from
to the floor
And watch my .44 put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggas be bitin' this (yeah)
It's all from my heart when I
to the floor
And watch my .44 put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggas be bitin' this (yeah)
It's all from my heart when I
it's only right
Po po ain't around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Can't
chicken
I put my wrist in, and I'm breakin' the pot (whip it)
Movin' the dope, can't break in the spot (move)
I hit the lot, and I leave with a lot (lot
thinkin' all day
Can't forget about them times up in them project hallways
Young nigga tryna eat it if you want beef then put your order in
Tired
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