Lyrics:
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
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
I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
A newport is all I can give ya' player
So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater
The Stoney Rivers Project
(We taking all bets round here, ya heard me, Rell City, Stoney Rivers
We taking all Bets, Huh!)
U kno Im saying We out here
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
Bet on us chief you get your money back
Stopwatch music you should cop a track
Flystitch cloth wear it on my back
Red Nightmare featuring Pat Pat
top gutter
I hover over you lames, run for cover, end in your brain
Yeah, you did your thang but not very good
And by the looks of things, You can't
a difference
Scared I love God
But can't uphold the religion
Fear is my roots
Take you back to my beginnings
Shelters projects
Don't feel like im winning
Scared
know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take
Pat Stay called me out, I got scared and blocked him
I never meant to hurt you, but tonight I'm cleaning out my closet
I keep that little leopard
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
naw we ain't scared ho
The pain is what, I'm bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped and
Hypnotized
cross examinin' for the case
Yeah I testify your honor, it was death by dishonor
It was a crime committed, I swear to you I know who did it
It
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
blessed me, so I hit up Project Pat to say hey
So much paper comin' in like Project a Banker
I don't want none of your weed
You can keep the drink
My ship
only hang with white boys that like black sluts
Tell them Plain Pat yo that track sucks
We ain't dissing you
But you in the position to play something
me on
I'm a project, lift me up
Pull me over, pat me down
I'm a object
But I'mma object, stick up
Till you put me down
Make a mess on your block wet
soon
See the situation we sophisticated goons
I know you live by the gun then you die by it too
Niggas call me prophecy, swagging and philosophies
I'm hittin'
? ? ? ? ? ?
Chorus(2x)
{lord infamous}
Hurts in have minded
And you've been blinded
By ? and you can find it
Hurt your whole faculty
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
and winning Oscars
Yeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat, Lyfe Jennings
If you can believe, you can achieve every damn bug
'Round us a good day, yeah
Seventeen years
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
hippopotamus
Ain't no fuss, plus her mouth's open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cap, then I'm in the wind
See, I'm a pimp player, ho layer, money
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