Lyrics:
to fade but they can't cause we're strong
I am the product of guys like Playa Flys Project Pat Gangsta Blac
The legend Lady J and La Chat
Skinny pimp
the projects Clef
Kick a little something for the hip hop fans
[Verse 2]
Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still
Two centuries ago, a project was begun
To carry goods for sale north from Farmington
With roads too slow and money ever tight
A new canal was
Yea
Boss
Oh LORD
Oh LORD , we have to stay involved
Out here preaching more
Than teaching how to rob
Rob got killed by some kids
At his crib
dropped the bricks off in the trenches I can't cap
Nigga's know how we coming we put da north up on the map
I'm with all my nigga's since fourteen
We been
to get Project Pat caught up in this shizurb
Since you niggaz hate, then your plan didn't wizork
On that ATL tattle tale to my bizurbs
Say you saw me with
poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the court house ? shit whats mine
Two to four three to nine benatoned it what
We all ran coke
dollar bills and drug deals by the mayor
Controls the people livin' legal
Sit back and chill, until time will reveal
Two thousand and one holy men with
rockin' the same belt
Them project floors, I laid there
Corner store, I slang there
North Dallas, was raised there
Forest Lane, I came back and
Showed 'em
Project Pat to fall but the money piles
*** know I'm off the chain, wild as a child
There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style
Kept my street,
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
to Brooklyn apprehends me
Like a D-tech bustin' my man in the projects
I'll send you up north, I ain't givin' respect
Prejudicial, your style artificial
to Brooklyn apprehends me
Like a D-tech bustin' my man in the projects
I'll send you up north, I ain't givin' respect
Prejudicial, your style artificial
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
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DON CAPITO IN THAT BITCH
You can front if you wanna
But i'm here to represent
Ask that hoe
If you run up
Project pat ain't never scared
John wick
Killing pussys
My agenda
Project pat
I'm chasing chicken
Watch her strip
And hit the liquor
So refreshing
Sent the message
GPS and ill deliver
Split that
Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and
The jackers get jacked
I
here
I ain't goin' back to jail and
That's what these suckers fear
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money
here
I ain't goin' back to jail and
That's what these suckers fear
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money
ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga)
We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga)
we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga)
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
to niggas that act like wreck
When I flash the Tec and hit a nigga in his neck
With two slugs, blood is a sign of vic
And if his bitch wannna snitch she
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