Lyrics:
strapped we strapped
We strapped we strapped
We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever
We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever
We strapped, we hot, we
on the wall
Before you talk some old muthafuckin' shit
Bitch, it's whatever nigga, we in this muthafucka
For the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, mafia,
on the wall
Before you talk some old muthafuckin' shit
Bitch, it's whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka
For the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, mafia, mafi
off your shoulders
(Project Pat)
Mister murderer robbers
Niggas with some charges
You fake mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
me on
I'm a project, lift me up
Pull me over, pat me down
I'm a object
But I'mma object, stick up
Till you put me down
Make a mess on your block wet
in it represent it
Ya'll boys, ya'll boys ain't ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, D.J. Paul, Juicy "J"
Hypnotize Minds in here, like this
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
I'll be back
Right where your at
Money on by
I'll roll high and sell your land
Seeing two wolves
Pickin' which we feeding last
I've been petty and pride
Moneyvated
I came from the bottom, I've done seen what it's like to have nothing nigga
I done starved before
Did whatever nigga
I was ready yeah for
your hands up, like nigga, what? (Say what?)
Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?)
And for whatever muthafucka, don't like it (say what?)
Ocean: I haven't seen him since
And for a while, you know
We were not middle-class we were poor
But my mom never accepted
That she worked hard to become
or no clucker, but ready to hustle
With boulders, bigga than yo' shoulders
Runnin from the rollers, gone on that doja
Cause cowards despise, soldiers we
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
[DJ Paul, Project Pat, Juicy J. (Chorus x4)]
Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes,
With the - with the hollow-point shells, man,
Man,
to ride out wit' us
Get back to the spot then hit her, make her eat my dick for dinner
Tell yo' friends come fuck my friends then we gon' have an orgy wit'
Smokes on pizurp, we sipz on syzurp
Get it by the 8, by the pint or by the kizurp
Some might take ya high or a down or a bizurp
Whatever you can stand,
is a Tay James exclusive)
Pregame master
I mastered the ground with Patron
Till I felt it in my bones
And the whites said I got the right leg
We can
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
myself
Like, how much worse could this get
Man look at you, this is rock bottom, can we snap out of this
And go get ready for next year
A time for you
advise you niggas (don't fuck with me)
[Project Pat]
Real players like to smoke a
Stroke a offa in her throat
Bend over let me poke her
Don't take me for
to pull as many viral videos
As we could get and then like remix those
Because you know how I'm Ready by AJR uses the Spongebob sample
I'm ready
I'm ready
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