Lyrics:
involved from a far, affected by the street laws
Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls
Nick's and garden projects this is me
we'll hang out next week
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care, guy!"
He got mad,
soldiers
But thets the type of cal i live up and hold to
Like Joe Jackson, Lil Emmo
Randy,Sir Pat, God damn
They got bigger, the list go longer
I could
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
you want from me)
Stay with me
Let me show you what I dreamed
Come with me
Let me take you by the hand
Share your dreams
Show me what's inside your
You are, my buyer
The one, who's higher
Believe, you'll be safe
Just meet me halfway
But I, hate driving for a start
promise this comes from my heart
from the projects
Either or, take it all, get much respect
Destined for fame when I'm goin for mine
This, this is how I run it down the line
[
nigga's Dee and Blue
Project Pat, ya'll know what to do
Creep through dem streets,
Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
Tear da club up thugs, in this
This is how we live
You know we rob and we kill (Rob and we kill)
She do hair where she live (Hair in her house)
We sell dope where we stay (Dope where
Out cruising in a Volvo, a duffle for dolo, buffy polo
A blow house is where I resided once
Live amongst fiends, counting currency, hitting blunts
shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up,
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground,
to a treatment center
I was eating dinner with fellow delinquent sinners
Inside a halfway house, I had to back way out
Of my old environment
Put that drug dealing
Andy and I had a beautiful wedding. All of our relatives were in attendance from around the world. My relationship with my parents was better than
from the projects
Yo, but on the floor tied
Don't matter, we'll take up all size
Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is
Since five, I talk jive
tweet a lot
I'm from two different worlds, suburbs and where the cops be watchin
Bodies droppin', uncle poppin', molly lozenges and oxycontin
Riding with
it's a real deal b****, the real s***, there's no gimmicks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boys courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Get down, feel the ground,
shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up,
but these niggas ain't hearin' me
Mossberg pump, I'm ridin' shotgun literally (damn)
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Ayy, Snowman (what
arrested again I won't get a
B - O - N - D i'd rather die then live
Life in the Penitentary
But these days you gotta be strapped
Even when I'm at home I go
but these niggas ain't hearin' me
Mossberg pump, I'm ridin' shotgun literally (damn)
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Ayy, Snowman (what
prime like rib
Cage free from atom
That's energy you live by
Everywhere at the end of time
Back bone in the universe Like it's mine
Pick up the cross, put
take charge, cause you know we live large
If she with the cat, say what, you know we don't bar
I'm Mr Fat Pat, hold up on all that
Haters don't know how
the house
Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah
[verse one]
You go on and on and you don't stop
Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop
Belt
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