Lyrics:
From yo' ass I'm a pull a jack move
Niggas should've known dog
Project Pat don't give a fuck
[Chorus-1x]
runnin' with the Wildcats
Met my young dog up in Mount Jax to get off the loud pack
Hate my irritating ass Js but a nigga love to count racks
Slow roll
the sandbox and the fucking block that you claim
Until then
Imma be thuggin behind the project building
Jocin my niggas on how to make a million
Pray for my
myself to nobody
The swag non-stop, the paper won't quit
Yet it's fly nigga, how she wanna skate on my dick
The all black drapes, hollow wall full
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
I'm an over-thinker and I don't know why
I'm trapped and I'm stuck in this state of mind
I'm leading into track five
I love and hate my life
And I'm
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
project
It's like a pyramid you what I'm saying
Working my way to the top, working my way to the top
And when I say the top
It ain't the top of anything but
word to Project Pat
I remember the day that she left
I remember the day she started talking shit
All of her friends wont stop askin what happened
But
I gave my life, my heart, soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me?
These sticks, these stones may wear my bones
I swear I'll burn this
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
life up on a dream, ain't got the time to waste
My day ones push me for the better, buy our own place
Make our projects, in the complex, we'll live out
niggas on the project
Shout out the one and only Quake Beats, aka Big Pat Raps
Shout out my nigga Mike from New Orleans
Shout out DV on the track
Shout
sealed in
The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
loc's on my eyes
Crawlin' on fours, every time I slide by
Nothin' less to the truth; I'm the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamond's
Porches to Porsches
Wheels upgraded to forgies
Crib estate is enormous
Wake and bake in the morning
Different bitch in my garments
Couldn't hate if
sliming you out for real
The swag you can say i was born with it
The drip came imported delivery
Different spices on my timeline
They all fascinated by my
with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
hear from you then you won't hear from me
It's best I just chuck up the deuce
I'm just happy that shawty gon fuck with a n**** for swag
And not for
flappin' niggas
Make 'em suck a dick
Project Pat, I'm in this bitch
Kaze niggas runnin' shit
Which mean you hoes need to
Recognize who you dis
Kidnappin'
to pat my back, refuse to shake my hand
Refuse to give me props when I am not around
Refuse to act like I ain't shift the sound, like I ain't push
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