Lyrics:
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
Started from the bottom
Penn relay Philly first place
Wooooo
I do my dirt all by my lonely
I be eating these rappers up
I spit them out like cheap Bologna
killed my spirit
So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
I pat myself, teacher said I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam them
Welcome
There are some few questions i need to ask you
The people be wondering why the name project man?(hmm)
Your fans really want to know you more
where is my check-ah
I don't mean no nike-eh
Got cards like a psychic
Get rich or die trying
I don't do no buying less a playa selling strapping
Shooting
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
deny it, no passin' by it, you gotta try it
I'm number one, public enemy power gotta fight it
I got my gun and my identity started a fuckin' riot
We
and the blues
My partner made bad moves, he might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks
Riding by the rulesm I'll abide by it
the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap
forgot I don't got one to hide behind
See I'm not just here for some trendy joyride
I need an emergency dyke project
Seems there's a roadblock here to my
be like black in my zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more (??)
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinkin' Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I
Hold up I'ma have to call you back
Yes nigga I'ma have to call you back it's Lil Pat
You know I got to answer that
Yoo Yo Back man you will never
you need a hug
I got so much to tell you but I don't know where to start
I'll try my best to keep this kinda short
Yeah
Young Man
You're nine years old,
Yes sir once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juice man
North North part 2
Raise ya thumbs up my nigg, it's on fool
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
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
vengeance
On the boss who escaped
A quicker death sentence
He's going to wish
He got clipped by my boys
Cuz when he's in my grip
I bring torturous toys
I will
the closer that I get feel like Project Pat
Feel like Bobby, Whitney on them drugs talkin bout crack is whack
Baby want a three five for a dub, like, baby,
a playa got a bigger name
Now I got fame, I ain't the one to blame
Now them boys wanna be trying to what, claim
A big old pimp, by the name of P-A-T
Living
Cause I...
Got some questions for ya
I got some questions for ya.
I got some questions for ya.
I got some questions for ya.
When did our health
Become
me the gun, I'll tie it to a brick and throw it in the river
Make sure it sinks to the bottom
Outsmart police, snuck you out the projects, we got 'em
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