Lyrics:
got these n****s in check
Bagging babymoms I'm dressed in my best
No panic got me feeling the best
Going hard for my team
Going hard for my team
Going
they holding me down
But I'm ready to climb, slowed down whoa now
You can learn by f***ing with us, cause I'ma swell up
Your face and detach your jaw,
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
stores and dope spots
You might find it, it's goin' down
2006 is gonna be a fool (2006)
We got the brand new album by Project Pat (yeah)
A brand new
tell
I done seen Black folks tell, tell, tell
Stop snitchin'
Police say they'll let me go if I gave up all my dawgs
Don't try to assert the truth,
Up affiliator strictly rollin' red
Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
I've been watched by parole, task force, and by the feds
'cause they
like Reggie Mille
I ain't mean to do you dirty, got the message, but who heard me in them streets
Shoot like I'm 30, and them n****s call me Curry
We was
[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my
hittas on standby
We sent that shit when y’all came by
N****s ran when we came by
Man I wish Bud would of survived
Now I gotta walk around with the nine
16
cokeheads, but the feds in the Mercury Topaz
After you, up the avenue
Tryin' to give you big numbers, you got math to do
Tryin' to make you miss summer,
It's a Panarama in the driveway
Feds watching, we in the projects
They know we ain't posed to be driving that
Fucking the natnats and alley cats
Trap
Beautiful Pain
N****s study you, shawty know what a hundred do
Actually the n**** backing me
Is right in front of you
Raising a daughter
Sometimes
sweets
Want some fuckin crack
Gone and hit me on my beep
A-i-are, sippin on tha barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TVs all up in
tell
I done seen Black folks tell, tell, tell
Stop snitchin'
Police say they'll let me go if I gave up all my dawgs
Don't try to assert the truth,
on the hill, got my mind on a mill
On a mission tryin to get rich
Down to hit a switch, let me come down aww boy nasty bitch
All up in my face, ridin got bass
the project's finest, Zach cook the crack in the kettle
My heart got broken by that bitch, now I feel like damn I can't settle
Jump in that stolo, Glock with
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
got me
Lawyer always on time, that's Ashanti
You know I got that bag like a auntie
Them n****s living dead issa zombie
They say I'm acting funny aint no
get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize Cat
Hurt me in my
on shit that you n****s ain't ready for
Stick got some kick, get round housed in your belly, hoe
Freaky lil bitch slurp me up like spaghetti O's
Fill up
see me in a casket I ride by myself cause all these n***s seem like plastic know I hurt they eyes
when they see me all up in traffic
Flexin on these
gon have to show me
I know the real been waiting on me
Out there in the projects
Played around in the trenches
Bullet missed my sister's head
By
see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
(Project Pat
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