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Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca,
The motherfucking Tear da Club up Thugs, GangstaBoo, Indo G, its on.
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!!
You left me for dead ain't nobody scared (ain't nobody scared)
You left me for dead ain't nobody scared (ain't nobody scared)
The gun is in your
some pitter pat
Sounds like silenced gats
Time to tip the babysitter
Kids all took a nap
Only hire heavy hitters
Leave your head in lap
Who do you think
window cant through the Front i know its some in this Bitch i can tell by how its Furnished it was night we saw a Light got a scared and took off Running
will be in stores now
or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album that's in stores right now
Cooked by
my light dim
Gotta have brains and heart
Cuz it’s already hard when you dark skin
This for my kids in the ghetto
And my project babies by the metro
because I don't need that
OG gas bag 93 like where the seeds at?
Feel like Project Pat on the scene, bitch where the cheese at?
Where that cheese? I need
a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
wrong time, God why did Pat have to be right there?
I'm so mad right now
Referring to you, in the past, like how??
You made dad life proud, I'm so sad
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
to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs
honest!
You know I'm just here to be honest!
Naw I don't take love they show fake love to be honest they scared I'm gone blow!
If you got them wolves with
and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear
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
express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
where yo biggies at
They wanted me locked playing pity pat
Mafia vibe
project pat
In the field no names attached
You a 6 9 you a known rat
Top down I
Back in the projects
Back in the projects
I lost it all
Now I'm back in the projects
Big shots, hardcore drugs
Everything crooked, what you
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
the deep
I love women, I love me i love God
But I’m scared of god speed sometimes
Wrote this song looking at a broke home maybe
You know the poverty
- loyalty, betrayal, envy
My close homie died in my arms
12 hundred project units under the sun
Ain't about where you at, it's about where you
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat
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