Lyrics:
barely got flaws I ain’t perfect
Been waiting a week on the mail I’m getting nervous
What I buy my son off this profit it make it worth it
The tens pink
the tears I dropped inside that room you'll think Harvey came
But that shit ain't change my problems
Cousin got killed by his patna a year after he lost his
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)
These niggaz got me fucked up
These niggaz got me fucked up
These niggaz got me fucked up
[These hoes got me
I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
A newport is all I can give ya' player
So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater
Logic of a snitch, "You ain't know, but I'mma let you in"
"Why would I do ten, when I can go on and turn in my friend?"
Not pokin' fun, Project Pat is
jus to swerve in
Late nights, puttin' work in
Don't got time for beef it ain't worth it
If it gotta be imma jump in
This ain't a water gun
through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And I'm flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No I'm not thinkin
A GUN
Brooklyn, stand up!
I got myself a gun,
but really I don't need the heat
Ya heart pump project Kool-Aid, ya sweet
I don't gotta 2-Way you gays?
project pat got project straps
Ya know what that mean cheese and dope in the back
Lets get it still dirty out the muddy
I'm from the 'bany gotta show me
See i came up around them junkies and them crash dummies
From da projects we ain't never had nothin
See we been on our dick so boy don't make us
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
and 1017, 4 ties, we flat
And we ain't with that pity-pat shit, we ra-ta-ta-tat
It ain't my business, it ain't my beef, I ain't on no side
Y'all got guns
They don't know what's going on ey
I'm Galactus , I got Trap flows (Aye)
3456 then they Pat rose (aye)
I don't care what the city
and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Hurt
the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this
another motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat (yo, y'all niggas is fucking dumb)
Think I ain't got a trick up my motherfuckin' sleeve, you bitch-ass niggas
impressed by the way I'm living
There ain't gonna be a dollar missing
Cooking up like we in the kitchen
I ain't gonna take an intermission
Living how I
think that you could point him out?
Yes that's him right there
Are you sure?
Yeah without a doubt
Same nigga that took my Pumas but I ain't
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
Got a little girl, her name is Ball,
Give a little bit, she took it all.
I said step it up
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
do today
Look me in my face
There really ain't nothing you can say
Smoked out
Once I get them racks in
I been popping my collar
Like Project Pat
heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my
To find her kid
I don't need no helpin' hand for no other man
My name ain't game, I'm really who I say I am
I think I'm getting more
Accustomed to the beef
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