Lyrics:
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
we might just change a life… or two
We are the few that influence the many
We never had much
Quick to give away plenty
Let the goal be to give’em all
on every car that pull beside me
Leavin' they project full of bodies
I turn that beat to plenty homis
Soon as he come out then we got 'em
We gon' drop
better off than dyin' in a pit full of snakes
Yo, projectiles lace the project ailes
Organic, saw panic when I wreck shit and smile
With more props
"Wait, get over here, Gregory-"
(Ahh)
God forgive me, hands full, I have sin
Won't you take he, shake the, save me
"Spin again, Spin Again"
Look,
It was an upset
In two minutes flat
We're back on the freeway
Foot to the mat
I can't understand it
We had it down pat
It's very upsetting
with the limp shocks
Of hair shooting off the top, dudes you got to stop
For real, kill it dead
I'm going to call you Project Pat because you look like
niggas ain’t on that
I thought that I told ya
Niggas ain’t on it
Them niggas be cap
Going real hard like
Project pat
Got a lil bitch
That I hit
From
me, Aquarius'Killa
That nigga I chop 'em Kenobi
Obi Wan, Star Wars
Killing these niggas im hard-core
Project to Pat, Nigga it's back
Denzel the Curry
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
And that's why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I'm 'bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart
couple albums.
(Yeah)!
Finished both in months
(Yeah)!
The Fans ain't gotta enough.
Nonetheless a warm up.
Like im shooting 33 shots
cnd I didn't miss
[x8]
[verse two]
So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink
When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink
When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(Juicy J)
First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
Askin' folks about this Mack but
In them streets nobody knows
Lil Man, Scan Man, Project Pat
North Memphis bound when I'm
Clickin' with the Mafia
But ain't
protection, meant protection
Big old weapon, bottle stare
From the projects, we in Paris
50 wrapped inside the Phantom
Sippin' Fanta out a can
Do you
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
'cause
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is full of contradictions
I'm tryna become a better man
Prayin for redemption, each and every day
(Hallelujah, as the choir sings)
[Chorus Two: sung
universe
Far from you average rappers
Nothing is by the book
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen
Show you just how to cook
The city is full of bishops
Putting pressure
[Chorus: x2]
[Dre]
No, I ain't never been pimped by the system
That's because I ain't no slave
Don't be trying to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave
This is big!
Chi Twon girls have di badonkadonk (Oh!)
A-T-L junk in di trunk a bounce (Oh!)
Jamaican girls pat yuh front a clump (Come on!)
Miami
I cannot understand the wretch at all.
Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!
There heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
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