Lyrics:
of, my nigga you stay up
Locked down now the town gettin' my pay up
It's Project Pat, the haters scream, "Oh no"
Hypnotize stackin' money by the boat
blowed off the planet
They don't understand it
Soldiers can't stand it
That's how I planned it
Fuck you goddamnit
My automatic
Ready for static
Blastery
out that's just the effects
So why not fuck on the ashes we'll have tinder sex
They call me Lumberjack Pat
Lumber Lumberjack Pat
When I yell out timber
fuckin calendar dawg.
I need ya to send me sumthin.
[Boogelou] (talkin)
I gotcha, what happened?
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Man, I was messin off wit my
don't fuck around with my camp nigga
Never gave a fuck still don't give a fuck
So don't fuck around and get capped nigga
Father walked out of my life me
thang's in ya face man
It's Project Pat wit' that 12 gauge strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg
Chorus-4x
Pat starts
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
Riley my neighbor
Fuck boy, talkin' out of turn nigga
In the court room, spreadin' like a germ nigga
25 on the line, them niggas droppin' dimes
fuck wit you
Retaliation nigga it's a must
Don't get too close the rugers they will bust
[chorus]
[Project Pat]
I'm the main nigga on these bricks who
Retaliation nigga it's a must
Don't get too close the rugers they will bust
(Project Pat)
I'm the main nigga on these bricks
Who don't give a fuck
If I had
This the story of a project baby
Yung nigga with a glock no safety
Full house by the bunch no Brady
Mashed potatoes boy my life wasn’t gravy
Yea they
Project Pat]
All in my face
And he knowing he don't like me
Proably want to shoot me
Maybe even fight me
Suck me, paid me
Mane that's what yo' bitch do
pat-ois
And kick you in your face like we playin' a game of soc-cer
I love to cock the Glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka
And fuck your crew because
pat-ois
And kick you in your face like we playin' a game of soc-cer
I love to cock the Glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka
And fuck your crew because
stores and dope spots
You might find it, it's goin' down
2006 is gonna be a fool (2006)
We got the brand new album by Project Pat (yeah)
A brand new
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
on a forty, what's up shorty? (girl: what's up)
Can I get that face? (boy please)
I'm out here trying to make this doped down money
Fuck you anyway (fuck you
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm
Watch how you move when you step by me We got them shootas, they slide for the free
I'ma fuck up a beat then I fuck on a freak Kick the bitch out
out my lab
Fifty more dollars, had to pay to get high in my house
But if you was tweakin', fuck it, load that clip, when I kick you out
I got cheese,
25s on it like what the fuck
100 feet and better, what the fuck use stick
Paparazzi on the water what the fuck use stick
My face got the "fuck you
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
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