Lyrics:
sell weight)
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
(Dedicated to projects with black kids)
(Dedicated to man who build pyramids)
Word up
What
su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su (fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV)
Shawn was on that gospel
know that y'all won't win
Go for your gun nigga what
y'all can't fuck with Made Men
Talk shit but no matter what
y'all know that y'all won't win
Go for
It's like that y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)
That y'all (that y'all!), that y'all (that y'all!)
That y'all (that y'all!), that
me a turbo or blower
Your shit box just sound like a mower
My shit run rich you can tell by the odor
Why am I shopping for project car
When I got
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Fuck these niggas thinking?
Y'all niggas thinkin' I'm doing, just sittin' around doin' nothin'?
Oh my God, niggas can't be serious
Where the hood,
popped outta them it's still a fact
So mind your business and stay the fuck outta mine
You'll shortly find that this is best for everyone involved
All in
all in my shoes
Fuck a nigga up with De La like back in the mus'
To all my dawgs all the way in the back, ready to black
I see y'all (see y'all), I
And Y'all ain't even know I been the shit
All about my business
Family I benefit
Twin Glocks for the remedy
Oldest one name Kennedy
Fuck with them I dog ya
Startin the whip
Just by the pressin the key
Idk why the fuck
They mad at me (Why)
I went and got it
I got it myself
Y'all can stay hatin
I'm takin
see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
(Project Pat
Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't
I'll never stop
I don't give a fuck
If it's me against a million billion of ya'll mother fuckers
I will never stop
I bust six out the roof
be straight. Y'all just watch when I come up."
Some days, my dog don't have nothin' to eat
Man, that shit is cold, but sometime that's how it be
His
killers, nigga
Y'all ain't got no bodies nigga
Wait, look, I ain't with the talkin'
Fuck up out my face
Don't got time to waste, look
Ricky got a charge,
cut that fool, better call the law
I start sprayin', make f**k n*gga fall and crawl
I press play like Puff, no pause at all
Choppin' holes in the all
on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin?
Yo
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little somethin
shit, I been bossin' up
I know this ball player that I been wantin' to fuck
I deal with rich niggas and all of them give it up (uh-huh)
Project
the pat
You think she a steal bro I think she a real hoe
And she want to wear all of my watches and chains
Because she want to feel gold
Said she can never
the pat
You think she a steal bro I think she a real hoe
And she want to wear all of my watches and chains
Because she want to feel gold
Said she can never
Shouldna stepped to me at all
You weak busta!
[Project Pat]
A mistaken ID
Wanna put me in the po-key
'cause I'm on parole
Police swearing that they
keepin' y'all outta the state penitentiary
You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who
and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off
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