Lyrics:
your might
Hold him down in the good or bad
Be the best woman that he ever had
When the tour fell through the album pushed back
Couldn't shoot the video
You hoes fade in the background
You better check my background
Like project pat lay smack down
You weak ass hoe's don't come round
Don't make false move
shaped it like play dough
But I don't play though, I got more math than Plato
Rest in peace to Fredo, I came to slay though
I lay the smack down like I'm
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
can't fall
Here's some advice you get knocked down you better stay tall
And tell em go stay in your lane just like you big ball
Two Pats up in
intercept
(Logic) check it, yo, see
Now all the real fans know
The album goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and
Get dirty like Pat Swayze
From the cover of XXL
With my album date announced, I pronounce I'm a killa
Bumping everything from Project Pat to Dilla
It's, truly disgusting the amount of money that we
a trunk
All I want is cash muthafuckaz have
Get down on your knees, gimme all your cash
Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your back
'Cause still
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up
Gotti still C.E.O
It's block burnin' with yo bro but they don't feel me tho
I represent the M Project Pat and Fly and them
And all the pioneers that put
[Verse]
The game been good to me
Im still runnin 'round where i use to be
The projects, where we move the Ki's
Tryna tear down the bricks, we refuse
from all my favorite albums
Your shit flour this shit is some unrelated powder
Don't get us confused nigga my shit is pure
It's still me, I just laced it
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
a bowl, I'm out here passin' L's
I did it on my own like Pat LaBelle, homie I rap for real, no cap Pharrel
My tracks are gon' get plaques wrapped in
Boat
So money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust ya
Battling MC's, from JFK to Russia
Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil
Do a U.S. Tour
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
a trunk
All I want is cash muthafuckaz have
Get down on your knees, gimme all your cash
Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself
Just watch your back
'Cause still we
assumption
Listen to my album and you’ll feel how I function
Cuz my rap career is vital and it’s under construction
But it’s just me by myself, all alone in
You'll feel lost in life and take some time to knuckle down
On making music but it doesn't get you off the ground
I know the instinct is to quit when
keep my ears to tha street
So hoe you watch what ya sayin
(Project Pat)
They lock me up just like Tupac
And I went platinum
Layed it down for a calendar
lames like lunches
Strapped now never backed down fuck a backend I need it right now
Monday night on that raw shit homie I'll lay the smack down
Like
ain't getting loud
Better calm down 'fore I smack your ass down (uh-huh)
I need my drum, bass, high hats
I need my snare, strings horn, yes
I need my
ain't getting loud
Better calm down 'fore I smack your ass down (uh-huh)
I need my drum, bass, high hats
I need my snare, strings horn, yes
I need my
Shawty just a freak and so I tell her gon' head
Sexy little country girl, she say she love them Chi-Town niggas
Drunk as fuck in VIP, she say she down
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