Lyrics:
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
God's woman... what's going on?
I know things seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you can't handle the situation
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
the market
Artificial life in the marketplace
Epic ballads by the musical whores (right)
Life is boring, so project theirs onto yours (right)
Hear
[Intro]
Oh yeah muthafucka
that's that shit
oh, com on, yea
ladies make it hot, thugs make it hot, make it pop.
[1st Chorus]
oo-chie wally wally,
"[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Yo what's the problem?
That's what I thought
What the fuck you looking at?
Yeah, yo, for all the our street niggas
All my
Bro we uh, we fuckin, we live from the bay right now
This is like, this is the intro to my album, this shit is crazy
I’m uh, I’m back to where I
to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I'm doin' to eat?
Yup, rappin', who cares about
out the trance when I heard a shot
Saw the old man cry, shit drop, by the garbage
Kid disappeared somewhere through the project
So I chased him, called
Intro to Song Six
Aww isn't that a good tune that takes you back awhile now
You have to have been around country music a long time to remember that
jealous cause I got it by the tons
Twenty fifty hundred, is how I count my bills
Then I take it slow because it runs into the mills
Brothers try to step
[intro]
Hell yeah
This is how we supposed to do
Uh-huh, black fist we gon' do?
[chorus]
Drop the grenade, niggas ain't larger
Time to get paid,
[Intro: Joi Starr (Ghostface Killah)]
I, can't, leave these streets alone, no more (Yeah, yo)
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I'm skinned up, Nikes is
[Intro: RZA]
Yo, the great Digi
"What are you looking for?"
The World's greatest mind
Bob Digital
"Man with no mother"
[RZA]
Yo, try to cross
Project Pat to fall but the money piles
*** know I'm off the chain, wild as a child
There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style
Kept my street,
to the mic and then got attach
Hot headed nigga got cold with that
Put on for my city like Project Pat
Niggas out here will sell they soul for a Millie
But
grinning huh
Like I'm project pat but more wit a kodak smile
Stylin on these niggas with fashion that's coming out
In a few seasons believe or stay in denial
at
Knife Talk no feature Project Pat
Lonely nights spent by myself
How is it possible to love oneself
Shut out from the world just me and my pen
Writing
judge him by his past sins
Blasphemous pats on the back for these acts of compassion
When I'm speaking I'm begging your pardon
Come spend a week in my
Slay gang shit
Yo this the life we live
And that's word to project pat
Brown skin shorty
And she wants to throw it back
New year same me
Never
Project Pat, sipping Cognac
Cultivate the pack, one day might collapse
If you might relapse from the dopest raps
They don’t sit and crack, bitch
Guns might
tat shit that on my skin
Every projects got a Kim
Fucking to get a come up
We grinding till the summer
On the Coli block wrapping block work with Hummer
North!" (Mimo)
Mimo jako Project Pat, mimo jako 8Ball
Punch odpálím jako smeč, mohl bych hrát baseball
Dostal jsem slevu na swag, nejde prcat se mnou
Si
some crips
Stainless steel snug to my hip
Gotta give the streets my cred
Showed me how to water whip
Remember bumping three, six
Project pat a bunch
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Proverbs, yeah ,yeah, yo
[Chorus 2x: Killah Priest]
Come with me through the thick fog
Past the morgue
Past the projects
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