Lyrics:
some hoes from the club
Pulled up at the light, in benzo with rims
Now I'm act-in like, I'm holler-in at them
[Project Pat] Wussup with y'all? What
nigga, man dis shit fucked up!
[Project Pat]
I gotta call from my dawg, Gangsta Fred jus da other day
Met some nigga from da other way, want to purchase
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
house parties in the projects
We goin` all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I`m gonna buy me a gun
Then what`s next?
Food and Sex,
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
lifted
Just like a long sleeve, guess who ripped it?
Projects (My niggas survive, just like a movin' target)
Projects (Where niggas live and some sell
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
their hearts
To get their lives together
So, they checked into a halfway house
So, they can get clean and better
This song, it's not a woe is me
It's
Myrtle
Mawmaw Pat, that's real
Uncle Joe
Lil Mike
My nigga Lance, thats real
That Katrina storm
Destroyed our home
Left lives torn, fareal
So many bodies
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's Project Pat on the track
it from here
Don't sweat that, sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak
To that project in DC where my man caught his death at
Over my years I've seen
the shit I saw
Think about the ones I been through
Nigga I seen it all
And why y'all tryna hate
Shitm we out here ballin'
Nigga I'm from the projects
But it
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
divided by the years
But I got it from here don't sweat that
Sounds bump from Marcy to LeFrak
To that project in DC where my
Man caught his death at
Over my
cause racks I get that
And I got songs with real OG's
Shout out to my Nigga Project Pat
Got love for me people all my cars are black
Keep it real solid
Shoot to improve from project to project
But I can't help thinking, "Is all this hard work nonsense?"
Cause it's nice to say that money is no object
on the pack'll
Of nine cause my rhymes do 'em in like rifles
Stress the word, so you know I live trifle
MC's, metamorphosize to digest
Days from a faze and my
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
[project pat]
1 - walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your fuckin' shit
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
a stop reppin' PAT? Forget it (Riverdale!)
Waka Flocka, Wacka Flocka
Welcome to Clayton County, my house got surrounded (uh, uh, uh, uh)
was on.
I thought nothin' of it as I grabbed the remote
I pushed the power button, and I then almost choked
When I heard this aweful voice comin' from
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