Lyrics:
the chamber for you weak ass coward)
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me, Project Pat, I keep it real
I'mma introduce you, you's a sucka
cookies
I told her wear her hair so I could pull it
My money too tall to overlook me
Like John Salley, I'm coaching like Pat Riley
I used to hot box
the money weigh the powder)
This remind me of the time I thought lost my rocks
Took my j's off and they was in my socks
Stones that big I put them in my
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
do time
[chorus]
[Project Pat]
keep a trick and it ain't a hoe know dat I ain't a hoe
pull the triga back aI'm fo dome crush a cantalo upe
kill em by
naw we ain't scared ho
(Project Pat)
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped
Shoot to improve from project to project
But I can't help thinking, "Is all this hard work nonsense?"
Cause it's nice to say that money is no object
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me Project Pat I keep it real
I'mma introduce you you's a
Sucka faking deals
If you gonna let
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
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
I need a clap clap clap
You see me doing my thing
I need a pat pat pat on my back
Tell me congrats
I need a clap clap clap
You see I’m winning
the closer that I get feel like Project Pat
Feel like Bobby, Whitney on them drugs talkin bout crack is whack
Baby want a three five for a dub, like, baby,
Now youse a killa
So pull the trigger so
We can let the dice roll
Dem hollow tips in yo' shit'll leave a nice hole
It's Project Pat on the track
stackin'
Me and my homies tossed your gal
She was a fake ho
Pat I'm on the bread like last year
Nigga know the bizness
Project in this motherfucker
Stacking
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
, 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
Keep My Name Out Yo Mouth Lyrics
Keep my name out yo mouth cause you don't
Kno what the fuck you talkin bout (sker)
(Project Pat) need to stay up
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
Hit my jit
I can't count the check
Way to many notes up in my hands like I orchestrate
I just need my money by the first not a second late
I
Project Pat yo boy Juicy J
You'll never be a G, You'll never be a G
I done sold them grams rob niggas for cash
I done bust that thompa on plenty
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
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