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Patrick Houston, better known as Project Pat is an American rapper originating from Memphis, Tennessee. He is the older brother of Juicy J, co-founder of the Three 6 Mafia. more »

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King shit yeah, yo
Yeah who else we got?
You know who it is work
Sorry for the wait, my nigga work, work
I showed you niggas love with the work though
Ugh

I know that it took me all
Day to bring the yay but shit, I'm here now
Hope you niggas read' to play
I been countin' money all day, what I'ma say?
Pull up on my niggas like
"Y'all wanna get paid?"

Quarterback the rollers
I'm Aaron Rogers with motors
Got the flake with no soda
Make mockeries out of quotas
Give out eights to my soldiers
Play with my paper, i smoke 'em
Keepin' a chopper loaded and got
No time for no holsters
Get a half a slab, let Billy blow up the bag
Then hit the hood like a sav
Drop anybody I ask
See, this ain't for beginners who
Scared to get it, i seen it
Crystal church and cathedrals for any
Tweaker that needs 'em
Get as much as you need and
Let 'em go buy the D
You wanna hustle for Gs? My nigga
Let's get this cheese
Took a brick out the earth
Came back home with a smirk
In border racks and solid packs
He'll finally blow up

We got work, holdin' down the turf
Tax whoever serve
If you ain't gettin' your work from us
Your business will get curbed
We got work, up and down the turf
Cut some packs and swerve
'Bout to put the hood on lock when
I send out all these birds

I know that it took me all
Day to bring the yay but shit, I'm here now
Hope you niggas read' to play
I been countin' money all day, what I'ma say?
Pull up on my niggas like
"Y'all wanna get paid?"
We got work now, work now
(Work now, work now)
We got work now, work now
(Work now, work now)
We got work now, work now
(Work now, work now) work, work (Work)

Work now, run that shit
We got work, bitch, it's Bogish
Work now, yeah when the cash in
We got work now, yeah work, work, work, work

I'm just a middle man nigga, rockin' cocaine
Nigga all these rats and these robbers got
My finger on the trigger
You bound to end up dead or
In the fed or somethin'
Sittin' 'round, ain't gettin'
More than dough
What you scared or somethin'?
I was raised 'round convicts
Who stayed pullin' licks
Started off in this bitch with
A mask and pistol grip
Runnin' off at the lip 'bout
The grip he was makin'
Braggin' to his bitch 'cause he
Bringin' home the bacon
But his damn mouth flyin' off like a rocket
Caught him up in the parkin'
Lot and I robbed him was icy than a bitch
Now he naked like a stripper
And wanna put some bread on
My head like a skripper

Everything on twenty-fours
A thousand grams out the door
Pick a bird then let it
Go, that's eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Colder kis in the fold
Never speakin' on the phone
The tweakers at the liquor sto'
They fiendin' for that solid gold
Drop a tenner on the floor
They gladiator for that dope
Got this chrome Calico that eat
You like an animal crush your skull like
Cantaloupes, they cannibals, ain't at a loss
Flood the block with hella dope
And I'll be rich forever, folks
Stuntin' like I'm Puffy Combs
I took out a student loan
Bought a half a square of 'yo
Now I got that product, bro
Come and get a lot of dope, nodders know
All day i stop-and-go, shinin' like I'm MOP
& GLO, pop that, bro

I know that it took me all
Day to bring the yay but shit, I'm here now
Hope you niggas read' to play
I been countin' money all day, what I'ma say?
Pull up on my niggas like
"Y'all wanna get paid?"
We got work now, work now
(Work now, work now)
We got work now, work now
(Work now, work now)
We got work now, work now
(Work now, work now) work, work (Work)

Went J-O for some bucks
Threw fifty in the stash
Went straight to the bank, had a hundred
No dash kid not, this ain't a game
My interscope got an
Aftermath that'll emulate this shit's insane
Yeuch, I ain't been the same
Pull up, pull up, chill, I do damage
F*ck it, hold up, still
Keep it always hundred still
Break it, roll it, hit it, here (Whoo)
Never conceal snitches, doggin' my heels
Duck motherfucker, my gun duck for reals
Slay haters, death appeal
Get up out my face you fake imitators
Activate flame, I blaze instigators
Rectify, best if I
Let the nine blast instead of testify
Bullets to your dome and accessorize
I sully I defy
Against all odds, go hard 'til I die
Punk ass haters, meet the four-five

I know that it took me all
Day to bring the yay but shit, I'm here now
Hope you niggas read' to play
I been countin' money all day, what I'ma say?
Pull up on my niggas like
"Y'all wanna get paid?"
We got work now, work now
(Work now, work now)
We got work now, work now
(Work now, work now)
We got work now, work now
(Work now, work now) work, work (Work)

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