Lyrics:
a fade away
Life falls in line when I call the play
Pat Riley
My soul shine it's Showtime like Magic
That slow grind I stay on mine ain't no stopping this
as "Dr. Taylor"
Taylor's part in this project was rather major
I just only wish that somebody could've saved her
Dr. Taylor grew up in the Michigan state
of the Carter
You know, the ones who made it, who wasn't trapped by the thought of
Only selling drugs saying this the way a nigga brought up
Do the Project
funds into revolutionary projects
As a human with a vision who's invested in this process
Not just flipping inadvertently to make a daily profit
Aiming
[Talking: La Chat]
Yea dis La Chat up in dis motherfucker
"Murder She Spoke"will be out in a minute
Ya hear me? Dig dat Project Pat in dis thang
Prophet Posse nigga, who up in this motherfucker?
{Lord Infamous: talking}
You got Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow Kaiser Sosate
{MC Mack: talking}
Yeah yeah
to homicides
Project ain't a baby to this game as a grown man
Birds fly mainly on a plane even in the rain
I done seen Black folks tell, tell, tell
I done
Wit' these mags and these techs
I be the next nigga to ball
In your shift,flip the script
See another chapter has been
Written in this game
Project pat
the life you live a lot of façade in it
(Cap) niggas know I stay with juice like
My name was Project Pat (Swear)
Heard you made it out and lost it
Like you
ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
Ayo, it's Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line
to me
In a cloud with you baby, that's right where I want to be
Keep tokin and smiling, make all this worthwhile and
Then when we're at the end, don't
tell me all I need is luck
What I need is to be believed in
This work I threw all beads in
He gave one pat on the back
I fell through the cracks
, 17
Nigga, get to running
I think I'm Project Pat
I be fucking with chicken heads
Fuck it on this cougar bitch
Did it in her husband bed
Benjis in
on
Still in the zone
Wishin' Cory Blunt was home
Ridin' on chrome
Bangin' with my bub lights on
Ridin' home
South east of the astrodome
I'm Fat Pat's clone
promise you, no substitute)
It's just me
And I goin' tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we could make this
promise you, no substitute)
It's just me
And I goin' tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we could make this
of the day, all I need is cheese
Bumping Project Pat, thinkin' Getty green by myself
I don't wanna be seen, I ain't popping out, less i'm with the team
Niggas
me in my 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
No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even
one thirty, two in the morning
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
'cause I'm the Dead Body
will be in stores now
or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album that's in stores right now
Cooked by
where yo biggies at
They wanted me locked playing pity pat
Mafia vibe
project pat
In the field no names attached
You a 6 9 you a known rat
Top down I
and
You know we runnin things
Everybody raise ya thumb
Everybody show your gang
March in a circle man
Muscle up until you strain
Project Pat and Juicy J
blast on
No evidence 'cause this shit will be erased
We're in Paul's Chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & SOG
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