Lyrics:
hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts
It's goin down - BREAK DA LAW NIGGA!
1 - Break Da Law -
Placed in the rear of ya ear
As I sit the next year
All y'all analong niggas fuck y'all we be digital
Shit is critical
Like the hallways in my projects
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,
everything to y'all
You know what I'm saying?
Don't worry, y'all ain't by yourself
You need to know that)
ball sacks
But y'all niggas don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You fuckin' with a nigga that don't give a fuck about you
Or your
the shit I saw
Think about the ones I been through
Nigga I seen it all
And why y'all tryna hate
Shitm we out here ballin'
Nigga I'm from the projects
But it
a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha, throw fiesta, by alma queta
Chicqueta, monero, nieta
Don't ever fuck around with
Have y'all made any thoughts on this project?
If so, I bet I bought y'all some time from other projects
I've made it a lot during the summer
always told you so, it's to da beat y'all
And it don't stop, a to da beat y'all
And it won't quit, a to da beat y'all
And it don't stop, a to da beat
have nothin' to eat And say, "One day, I'ma be straight. y'all just watch when I come up." Man, that shit is cold, but sometime that's how it be His
want the money and I want the smoke
Straight out of Balmain, bitch I'm the GOAT
Designer for all my coats
Cartier lens, brand new Benz
Fuck you and your
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up
kilogram dough
Off an Instagram post, nigga
Fuck y'all niggas talkin' about?
The Butcher comin', nigga, ah
I'm on a three-year run
Cleanin' everything up,
Fat black always strapped
Mouth full of golds like project pat
Gettin to the money hoe I always do that
Gettin to the money hoe I always do that
Fat
like that, so fuck y'all
We love all hoes, skinny old hoes
Big balled hoes, we dig all those
We like it like that, fuck you
We like it like that,
Dodge her call like (brr)
Steady on top (steady on top)
Better believe
They keep praying on my fall, y'all better believe
I'ma die on top (die
fuck a mic check
Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes y'all niggaz goin down
Eat shit and die slow, battle ground
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
to this but all they catch is chills
No frills, Puba pays the bills
Ron Studda spin the wheel back like his name was Pat Sajak
on Wheel of Fortune.. that's
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
is hype and Im telling y’all this shit is easy.
This style of rap’s unacceptable.
Keep hearing the same shit at festivals.
What in the fuck are y’all
nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch
We gon' fight up in this bitch
(Project Pat)
Swang a fist at ya bitch and I swear I'm crackin jaws
When
in here
Y'all know that nigga slogan
(get him the fuck outta here)
NO! Get his hat the fuck outta here
Get his raps the fuck outta here!
Got that tooth
why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us
It's Boyz in the Hood, it's toys in the hood
Y'all wanna
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