Lyrics:
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
{Project Pat of Killa Klan Kaze}
Its gangsta its gangsta
Weak niggas perpetrating
Thug roles broke
Willy punk hoes
Staring at the snug nose
Barrel I say
nigga project Pat, get 'em
Patter, it's pumpin' for the strapper
A hundred louis belt and shoes
Money up to Gucci, we got chickens
Tossing chickens
What
[Project Pat]
I pack a gat my friend
I'm stayin strapped my friend
My 17 rounds watchin my back my friend
Killaz attack my friend
They on your back my
coconuts!
ARTHUR: What?
GUARD #1: You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're
bangin' 'em together.
ARTHUR: So? We have ridden since the snows
Project baby
Project baby
Daddy was gone
So my mama raised me
Mama went got it
So her babies can have it
So by any means
I'm a keep her happy
Project baby
At
Niggas Got Me Fucked Up
Aint Nobody Stopping Me
Im Money In The Bank, U Think 50 Droppin Me
48 Laws Of Power, Let Me Ask Ya
Is Rule Number 1, Never Out
and rings in rocks
All of my lil niggas came to box
I bought a Lambo and changed the top
Broke in the game, I changed the lock
I got the streets in a headlock
I'm gutta just like Project Pat
Just like Project Pat
Got up in my bag and out my feelings now my pockets fat
I'm tryna touch these M's and all my
target" yeah
I up and squeeze on a pussy ass opposition (uh-huh)
Cops askin' me these questions, I don't know nothin'
Hit that nigga up, get through
in my domain
You entered deep in my woods
I must warn you of who I am
So prepare yourself for the wood rhyme rap murderer
I go by the name which is
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
BITCH YOU GONNc GET PEELE
Gangsta Boo:
Call my nigga project pat
Dog i got the ends, I need 20's navigation 500s benz
Real quick can I flip the script
I
when I aim you say bye-bye
Yo' family sad you got killed in a drive-by
And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang
What you gon' do
When that
Fat black always strapped
Mouth full of golds like project pat
Gettin to the money hoe I always do that
Gettin to the money hoe I always do that
Fat
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
My mama send me by
ain't even tryna pull up to their motherfuckin' party
If a project bitch ain't comin'
I see they got police at the door, tryna pat me down
So my
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper by
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
nothing but a scrub
[Project Pat]
but he was with me
that's when you hated
cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted
[Lil Chat]
i sho did
in
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)
(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
you please pass this report to Judge Battle
Mr. Fitzpatrick there's a few questions I'd like to ask you
You said you was outside the store in
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