Lyrics:
Well that don't mean I don't want no one
If you got your shit together then come on, come on by
Yeah baby come on by
But I ain't lookin' for a project
it
Great grandma still live in the projects
All my family still used to the violence
I’m telling little Shawty
I got it
Them hating niggas Know
I got
Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here
You got the original, break da law's up in here for you hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas
on my roster
Feel like pat bev I was running with them rockets.
Running with them rocket running with the wrong kids
Until I got my own kids, realize I
a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give Afro puffs like R.A.g.e.
You get if you could move it
a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give Afro puffs like R.A.g.e.
You get if you could move it
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
What you know about that life yeah
Nigga straight born from the projects
Trying to make it out get a big check
And I got a feeling I'm up next
What
Pat Stay called me out, I got scared and blocked him
I never meant to hurt you, but tonight I'm cleaning out my closet
I keep that little leopard
'm a king that got a line of guns
I'm sorry Rone
You sorry we can set that up after this
But for now it Pat turn, nity
(paternity) test I show you who your
someone better
Could've done better in class
Well
I got no money maker
Go shake your money maker
Time to go get my high horse
Ja Rule a Fyre rager
It's time
out
Lemme pat down for a minute
Put ya glass down
Tryna pass out when I'm in it now
Wasn't long you was mine babe
I was in the wrong on the right day
We
Got apes with a case for banana clips
Sitting by the money on the safe
But I will bless them, like I been sneezing
I’m sick with the lyrics
My season
you better be scared
'cause La Chat don't give a fuck about doin time in the fed
[Chorus]
Bitch you claimin yo real
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I'm ready
cause the game is sold
In and out
In and out
Your fuckin dow's
Hook:(rpt.2x).
[verse 3: project pat]
(on phone) if you knowin I got rep to protect in
of fever
Divin in wine to ease up the fever
Look in my eyes I'm searching for dinner
It's been a while since I got a visa
To read the book with heavenly
you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)
hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects
Broke with no lights on
Yo, it's just another day I wake up
It's more rock to break up
We take physical losses
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
Travel all the way down to your leg
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
And the enemy is one-time
I
know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take
-N-E slugs, get done
And bloody up your mug
Because we really love to make a stand
It's the high capitol make me touch a man
I got the scope, and not the kind
Vory, what up?
You know what it is
When you hear that
Haan
Coke Boys
Yeah (Montana)
Gangsta Grillz
I come from the gutter, I'm a project
the cost
Yeah
I pat myself on the back
Cause I got up
And start making moves for myself
I didn't have to depend on nobody
I trusted the process and progress
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