Lyrics:
cuffs"
"Wait, stop, no, this is actually happening?"
"Sir"
"Wait, this is unfair"
"Sir"
"I'm sorry, I swear"
"Sir"
"Please hear my out"
"Sir,
religion
I'm in my raf pardon me but I'm what the game been missing
Little bit of pac spirit mix it up with henny liquor
Project pat with old YE being
will it be
If we could do this project in four days
And put it out in a week from today
And he was like I'ma hit up Beats by Jayy
to the west side
Raw to the project niggas
No cap Sixty Fifth said the mix right
Imma dance with it too
Fuck it it get hit twice
Seven Five get you halfway
your check
nigga, you better rep
real niggas come out the projects
40 to the 41st, Vernon to the 12th.
[Chorus: Nas]
Sherm the Worm, High, Papoose (real
I was still in the jungle slangin that D
Get out my face! No you ain't got no mo?
Don't need no has been messin' up my corner
And you better get
there can kick rocks
Run these streets out here don't need cops
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Codename Sensei, I live what my pen
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
a space sealed
By placing a switch
If life is a bitch then she fuck me nice
Boxed up for seven joints now she pregnant
Bout to birth me yikes
My first born
Nigga Krazy Drayzie representin' Das EFX
Stompin' wit my crew comin' through your projects
Bring ya from the east so fuck the peace so if you spot us
on any main stream artist and they ghost writer
Me by myself I'm my own writer
Hard not to sleep when i see your flow tired
I'm so wired
Once the project
Yah
New Age Jack lyrics
Aye
Uh
Pat my wrist
Damn this new age jack like shit
Back track, fat racks on my bitch
Bro said he feed cracks and shit
Cap
projects
But this is for city
Yeah
Where shit be gritty
Sun up
But Nothing pretty
Show love but not pity
I'm smooth but not no diddy
Your brauds one of my
Tried to show them the way
They was just trynna steal my wave
Why you lie to me
Lied straight to my face
I knew you was a snake
Tell by the look
forts
damn I wish they knew how much you loved new york
shit and can't nobody dis my nigga
motha fuck that I miss my nigga
i'm a mourn you til I join
get here
It's already clear
Yeah, and for their sake I'm
A ball every year i'm a pause every tear
And tattoo it on my face niggas know
That I got that
Lemme start off by sayin you a fuck boy wanna be
Claimin I ain’t flexing I ain’t got a fuckin Rollie
That might be true but my glasses are Versace
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
brought pat down
Butcher beats like benny got the the blanco in the background
Ain't never been no class clown
My click clack bloaw's, better sit back down
as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
of the Wu and learned how to
fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily,
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,
a quarterback
Know I'm all about my cheddar cheese, but I don't fuck with rats
Who showed you niggas back in middle school how to really trap
Who really showed
I warn you shit face!
I pick who I'm gonna bury next
Say your prayers fast,
'cause you're about to feel my arm in
Freedom of speech, watch
I'm fuck your bitch
Ok yo, hoe lay low, get mayo, like OJ yo, say hoe
Plug it in, pull it out, put it in, wat it is, that's wat it's all about
Now
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