Lyrics:
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
screaming (Oh Yea)
Had to get right Do the dirt by myself
I only get me and nobody else (No Telling)
I had to finesse running off with the pack
The plug
'm in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
doin' everything
So u kno wats happenin', there no need to pitty-pat
Dogg in this motherfucker, yeh I get da kitty-kat
Swervin' on da one-ten blowin'
the only dogs I roll with, off da leash
Off the streets, with bodies by Dawson's Creek
Cause I always did things, ahead of my time
Lead in my nine, throw
Into them sound clash see winni'n them, just begginin' them
Get rid of every bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even consider them
In
hang him by his toes
If you want da bread gotta take off like a airplane nigga get da bread lets go
Get da bread lets go get da bread lets go my nigga
can't waste no time)
You know I'm always paper chasing gotta get it
(Paper chasing on my grind)
(Yes I gotta get mine)
I pat my own self on the back dawg
muthafuckin' gooses outdoors
For all the streets, all the dusts in the streets
(Let me get a sip of that, let me get a sip of that)
Rusty projects and all that,
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
teacher from my home room
Said I wouldn't make it
Stupid bitch I told you you lied
So I called Trae Tha Truth
And I hit Project Pat now
We balling
'm grinning huh
Like I'm project pat but more wit a kodak smile
Stylin on these niggas with fashion that's coming out
In a few seasons believe or stay in denial
Energy made this one
Uh-huh
This nigga owe me some pape
Y'all niggas know who the fuck I'm bouta get on
Tino Bandz
Throw on all black
Hawk em down
'm Mista Don't Play though
Raised in the projects so I pat them pockets
My rhymes be like nines when they shoot off like rockets
Straight to the cranium
swear they living by the code
How the fuck you so silly
Going so crazy man I'm a get it got to feel it
Yeah you know that you can't bang by yourself
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
can't have enough
Homies wanna go and break the law cuz they hearing Three Six said it
I ain't lying I'm feeling like Project Pat if I said it I meant it
God I trust
And trust I grind and coupes I drop
More hot on da block
Like when a cop get popped
Got it jumpin hoppin scotch
Why you hit nigga where da
Ecuadorian
Light roast
I'm pouring it
Only rock a taper fade
Like a gentlemen
Big smile
When I'm checkin in
Yeah I know you see me
Eating hella good
Chewin
[Verse 1]
I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble
Packin a Smith & Wesson
Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin
You can tell that I'm evil
By
of Tennessee
Yea I'll let you free
When I drop you off that balcony, bitch
Project Pat ah whats that you poppin'?
It look like from here an 80 mili Oxycotton
Who would've thought my dog's killer was prescription pads
Got me reaching through the bones I know I can't get him back
Got me teaching keep your
patiently waiting till I get busy y'all
The wait was worth it wasn't it
You hear this beat it's perfect
11 Months of working
Till I step from the serpent
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