Lyrics:
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or high water
You understand that? You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga
I got
the mall
I ball like Kobe, better yet Paul Gasol
Nigga already know it's me high, I be fly
I swear that I'm a trouble man like TI
I'll show you how we die if
[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
do time
[chorus]
[Project Pat]
keep a trick and it ain't a hoe know dat I ain't a hoe
pull the triga back aI'm fo dome crush a cantalo upe
kill em by
naw we ain't scared ho
(Project Pat)
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped
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
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
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
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
that by any means
Remember, I ain't have nothin
Empty pocket jeans
I used to wish upon a star
I had project dreams
They wanna know
How a young nigga be
i'ma sho split it
(Project Pat) in Hollywood at the stop sign
Watchin out for one time
Clean on them things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that
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
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
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
[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
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
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
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
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
Lame ass niggas starting shit like some bastards
When I catch ya mark ass slippin'
I'm a blast ya
Half of ya fools get high before a drive-by
I don't
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
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