Lyrics:
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love
along
I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood, got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For
along
I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood, got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For
payin' the mortgage
It's by the forest, the stash in the storage
To be honest with ya, I been duckin' pictures
Pat him down, let him talk his business
a street in my own name
Or money with my face on it like I'm Prince Hakeem
You no gon' see me frowning in these days and times, you see
The days
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
and all my opps cause I'm making em nauseous
I know they sick of me
Deep down they wanna get rid of me
Ain't gotta pat myself like I lost my keys cause I
gotta get this money rain, sleat, snow, man
Fuck man, yo man listen
Yo we project livin', with plastic on the furniture
Little niggas comin' up will
'cross the water
Masked, taped to my Europeans
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the block wit
caught some envy
Called a truce with project 80
Don't be tripping cyber skating
Sentient with my mother waiting
Now,
You and eye could be sublation
Tune
Money over hoes money over bitches
Money on my mind bros over hoes
I be yelling out
Bros over hoes (bros over hoes)
This ain't what I'm about
I gotta
Yeah
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I gotta ride with that thing by my side,
Chamillitary S U C mix hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
Chamillitary S U C mix
on properly?
You know, hittin' them kush ups
Puff, puff, pass, nigga project Pat
Nasty Man, Bun B, let's go
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff,
to hit the bare guts
It ain't his birthday, I'm the reason he got his hair cut
Turned on by my stank walk, now he can't talk
But I'm a give him what he
not died my friend
This is how you've not died
Tea and toast will not do this time
Give him money give him power
Give him love and buy him flowers
Say
Slidin through the city with that Pack(Pat)
Ima serve (Mahome) My homie
I been getting money,
Countin it up all by my lonely,
Alotta Niggas, play
I do it like Shine hoe
Got inspired by Vez to get me a money phone
I'm getting my hustle on
Their hate is strong I'm flexing like muscle tone
I'm
to the honeycomb
I do it like Shine hoe
Got inspired by Vez to get me a money phone
I'm getting my hustle on
Their hate is strong I'm flexing like muscle tone
I'm
to get to the honeycomb. I do it like Shine hoe, got inspired by Vez to get me a money phone. I’m getting my hustle on, their hate is strong I’m flexing
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
All that yapping and that talking pussy
Go and get you gun
Cuz Project Pat staying heated
Up like the sun
Could have got your lil money
Started
been feeling my shit ?
Boy I'm the plug from the block
Better pay me im crazy
I might have to pull to ur crib
Build me a monument
Money been tumbiling
I
And take any nigga in the click to the Super Bowl
And party like it ain't nothin
But most of my homies they done died over drug money
Like Bizzy Bob
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