Lyrics:
I spit in your face
Putting this in they credit
Man fuck them goddamn bitches
Yeah and that's not all
Your bound to fall
Put my hand on the wall
Break
Chop Shop ft. Project Pat
INTRO
" ay man check this joint right here out,
man this joint cleaner than a man"
"oooh that joint bangin dog"
nobody stop my shine
I'm like the sun number 1
Momma smile just to see what I've become
I'm a young man wit' a big dream
Tryna make it out the projects
Stomp motherfucker stomp
Motherfucker stomp
{juicy j}
Hurt nigga
I'm coming out the fucking closet
Stay the fuck up off my dick
I feel the bucking
dope around his set
Repeat 1
[Project Pat]
Breakin laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and take a taste
You can smell my fuckin nuts, while this tome
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
The devil controls me to a sweet robbery
I cruise in my Chevy, shakin' these late nights
And soon the killa within me will come out again to take another
on the roll like
A motherfucking trucker i'm always on the go
I'm a motherfucking hustler
Never forget my lil homies
In them project house
Shout out to all my
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late nights
And soon a killah will thank me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form
killed my spirit
So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
I pat myself, teacher said I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam them
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
y'all doin out this late
Girls: Shit! Just leaving the club. What's the business
[Project Pat] Ey look lemme get yo number
And them rings, and that purse
be huntin my bounty
I'm the face of the hood
Every place in the hood
Triple see's in there
Come get a taste of my hood
I'm da captain
ain't playin'
Breakin laws, Glock in draws, whip it out and take a taste
You can smell my fuckin' nuts, while this tone is in yo face
Shove
he's straight
The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight
[Turk]
Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project
It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
niggas done loss they minds
blame it on Coriddy and Ooh
when we cock them thangs and shoot
thinking somebody had seen my face
now I'm gonna catch
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
BITCH YOU GONNc GET PEELE
Gangsta Boo:
Call my nigga project pat
Dog i got the ends, I need 20's navigation 500s benz
Real quick can I flip the script
I
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
My niggas move and I got it (Got it)
Gangsters they trap out a Benz (Benz)
Re-up then fuck up the projects (Projects)
I do not know your lil shawty
cause this tone s gonna back me
(Chorus x2)
(Project Pat)
Who tha buckest up in here Who tha buckest up in here
My nigga my hood so you cowards betta
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
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