Lyrics:
Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me just like you
Gunnin for riches, runnin hoppin project fences
Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
From yo' ass I'm a pull a jack move
Niggas should've known dog
Project Pat don't give a fuck
[Chorus-1x]
what it is
Scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
(You
Yeah,it's on for the 1-9-9-9
Project Pat in this hoe
Putting this ghetto bump in ya speaker
Hypnotize done made it
You know the business hoe
I get paranoid every time that I blink
Even more scared by the time that I sleep
Walk out the house while envisioning
Murderers finishing me
I'm just
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
and Project Pat
So what the fuck now?
These niggas deep and I know
They wanna jump me you let my hand go in my
Pants and that's a done deed
Ain't nothing funny
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
kujo know they come to snatch the whole plate
God go strike you if you keep up all that rap cap
Ratchet bitch hair itch project pat don’t scratch it
Out
the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so
Ah yes, hello, hello, hello, Nigel Standers here
And as you can see, we have one of the Best developing projects
An instant classic, right here in
now you got your chance to be raw
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She
Aye can you throw on some shit my dad would listen to?
Just cause I love you, don't mean that I won't deceive you
Or be deceived by evil
I promise
day I'm scared to look up in his journal
Cause when you would go away he tell me about them war tunnels
When I was six years old he tell me straighten
Girls I love you, I love all y'all
F'real
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper cause I would
countin and countin'
It's fam before hoes, never beef bout a dollar
If so you a bitch, you get dragged by the collar
I'm praying, but feel like I beef with
[Hook]
Better wipe your tears away, better put your fear aside
Put one hand up in the sky, let me know if you down to ride
This one for those that
[Hook]
Better wipe your tears away, better put your fear aside
Put one hand up in the sky, let me know if you down to ride
This one for those that
Why I pat you on yo' head and smile
Look in yo' eyes and thank the lord
For my child meanwhile
There's somethin' I gotta show you
And I
hurry back to me, I'm so scared to be alone
And when I get famous we can always be on the road
We won't have no place to be, just places to see, you
goin' under
And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child
Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you
of what you project
Some of us gon die about respect
I was taught to keep my feet on they neck
Living in a world they perpetrate perfect
Just be mindful
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
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