Lyrics:
coupes
Got a hundred niggas with me and errybody gon' shoot (yeah)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake (haha)
Eat your lil' ass up like
coupes
Got a hundred niggas with me and errybody gon' shoot (yeah)
Try me nigga, that's your first mistake (haha)
Eat your lil' ass up like
Yeah nigga, the hood is fucked up right now
You niggaz got shit all crossed-up
Niggaz got the game real twisted, right now
You niggaz is really
tae doing good the devil got him by his teeth
So he takes up tios offer a new life he's never seen
Started off slow a couple g's of tree
Got some money
without me lynched and white people pay me
The Mexicans my comrades, we got brown skin
I grew up with my people, you don’t like it, you’ll get drowned here
it there (yeah)
Catch a hole through the logo on your shirt
Why you rappin' 'bout the game
When you don't know how it work?
Me and Project Pat
have no support
South Memphis n***a from the projects 675 frank street
Killa Sam was my brother ima make these n****s hate me
Dead or alive what you
Look, a lot of n****s out here be lying
Some of y'all ain't never lied
Backed up by the bills, I need every dollar right now, you ain't never lied
Now
a snack
I was a young nigga on the block, watchin' cuz sell crack
I cannot save bitch, grew up on Project Pat
Itching for that drank, think I'm about
a sledge
Knock the pussy out beat it up like craig
Strict pussy diet baby keep me well fed
Thick shit she was raised off of cornbread
Aint no way in hell
and you not
Lemme stop
Before n****s rock my top
And they stop my clock
I got a lot of hiding spots
So go ahead catch me if u can
We doing drive by
.45 in
flaunt it
Got homies in the projects while I'm doin' shows in Boston
Smoke away they pain their life a blur like the Gaussian
I'm in the UK, shockin' mates
keep my ears to tha street
So hoe you watch what ya sayin
(Project Pat)
They lock me up just like Tupac
And I went platinum
Layed it down for a calendar
touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
And my lil'
advise you niggas (don't fuck with me)
[Project Pat]
Real players like to smoke a
Stroke a offa in her throat
Bend over let me poke her
Don't take me for
to send me nothing, got the C.O bitch breaking law
We call the courtroom, crack house judge, give you a hard time
Why the fuck the police on us, 24 like
that s***
Project hoes like that dick, Don't bite that dick
Give me a Spanish sweet hoe
Black from Puerto Rico
Freak ho, Specialize in givin' me
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
you better be scared
'cause La Chat don't give a fuck about doin time in the fed
[Chorus]
Bitch you claimin yo real
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I'm ready
Y'all niggas gon' find out about me
It took a while to get back up on my feet
And everything that I say, is blown out of place
If I ain't the shit, why
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
Be working on projects, soon to be professors
From Dallas, like Dez, got solutions to X
I spare no more dreams, my time is next
Got me some top names,
Big A** Chopper It sing like Adele
N**** I'm a hometown hero
Ask what he want
Got perc's
Got drank
Got somas
Got narcs
Got za
Got Nemo
I was f***ed up
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