Lyrics:
We ain't gotta meet, if it's beef
I'll make you a vegetable
"Rest in peacе" t-shirts
Artists makin' a sketch of you
Your brother want revеnge
But
alone
Like
You got a man, but you're still alone
Got me outside of myself
I've been curving all the shawties
Getting fried by myself
Need to work up on my
got beef
Then jet down to South Beach
Yo mouthpiece is yappin'
I hear it in your rap and
My family is thick so that bullshit could never happen
Just
the Squad, try and shittin the God
This ain't no "Scarface" shit, blow up your kids in the car
And since you wanna act like you livin a movie
I'll hit you
All the hustlers I ain't even quote it
New Wraith I ain't even rode it
Nick got a strap he ain't even load it
Shit real growing up in the projects
You know that I'm gifted
Yeah
Aye
I don't got time for beef
I wake up and get it
You know that I'm gifted
Aye
I move by myself
Don't need you to ride
you peep the blouse
Them white folks call us misfits whenever we leave the house
Man, I been slaving over this stove
But I got no beef to cook in my
potent shit I'm ready to roll it
[Hook]
[Project Pat]
You know naturally I'm high
Down in Memphis we smokin on dat light
Dats goin keep you melo
Bud
to unearth truth hidden
Tribal living ain't evil
Missionary, yeah I see you
Feeling good because you think
You're saving people with your money, bibles
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
Popeyes (Hoe)
U bitches ain't hood
Everytime I bring da beef man u wanna tell 5 (Yeah)
And I got my shootas wit me
And they all got the heat but I'm da top
thang ridin' shotty, and my side hoes in the back
I ain't even tryna front, I'm gonna punt yo ass like Pat
No the opps ain't gonna stop me cuz they scared
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx
Rep my city every night
of Saks with a sac, boy
Shit them boosters get out of the store
I still got dirty money
Project baby, I ain't changin' my fuckin' chart
Like an athlete
all your rivals
Ain't my flow tighter than a spiral
From Jameis
And ain't this
The highest level of Pat Sh*t
I don't do no whack sh*t
Real n*gga no
can't get past a ki
I'm either duckin' tha po po' or tied up in beef
I'm bangin' up this slow poke who got caught in tha streets
[Steppa talking]
Bitch
and your pockets need work done, come and see me I'm honcho mechanic
I'll show you the exit, beef with me that ain't your blessing, we kicking shit like we
bullshit
40 bands on each wrist but a
Pussy nigga ain’t takin shit
Money major, straight Drop nigga whole brick
I bust for Project and Juicy J like I'm 3 6
retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my
care if you do or you don't
These niggas want beef, but I'm here to solve it
They can't fuck with me like I'm on my own island
I want my bread, I ain't
to violence
I chose to get up out the hood
I lost some real ones that stayed in the project
I ain't no dropout, I got plenty knowledge
Made it out of high
[Desert Eagle]
I'm down for the get down, down wanna spit rounds
He started the beef, now, wanna split town
With the mark of the beast, thinkin' you
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
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