Lyrics:
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Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca,
The motherfucking Tear da Club up Thugs, GangstaBoo, Indo G, its on.
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!!
i just might make bond
release me on my own
???? bak on the streets
with no employment
no doubt
without no cheese up in my pocket
tell me how
a hater
Fuck the feds
If I buy more ice, I might need to buy a sled
I hear em talking
Money make a hater madder than a bitch
Got my check up
Now you know I
the black's down
Fed's heard he got cocaine
Now they tryna crack down
I got a PSA for TSA tryna pat down
If I bring my gun
That shit finna get wrapped down
be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free?
Fed
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
Started from the bottom
Penn relay Philly first place
Wooooo
I do my dirt all by my lonely
I be eating these rappers up
I spit them out like cheap Bologna
panic
They wanna see me sweat
Can't even make it to my standard
I ain't no killer but don't push me
Cause I'm damaged
Granny got shot out by the shotty
Cullinan on sixes
Quarter chicken, half chicken, tryna double off a biscuit (skrrt)
Cut it up in zippers just to stuff it by the dishes
Bet I'll be up
watching your back
Nothing gets past me
I'm hard to get by
I'm back with a vengeance
I'm still in my prime
Ain't got no regrets
Don't show no remorse
them high again
The feds can't never stop my heat
I'm the fireman
Got bodies on top of bodies
Bitch do you understand
I be up in the trap whipping with
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat
up in the money counter, it makes sense, yeah
My projects been missing me, it been a decade
I prayed and stayed solid, made it through that phase
the projects and ask em' for Jeezy
Hatin' ass niggas them the ones I hate the most
Feds tried to get him but they never came close
Got the heads up nigga I
Every vessel
Give me 9 years
Have my mind clear
Paid off, living debt free
Family up in Ghana hit the water with the jet ski
Make sure that my bros 10 ten
the weed man 'cause this shit here swappery
It's bappery, I'm gettin' fed up
My brother like, "Pat, you gotta keep that bread up"
How you got tools? You
got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See, me
it up
I got 'em looking up
Fly shi** only
My bi*** on me
Blue face Rollie
Eighty one pointer like Kobe
Ni*** talk down but don't kno me
Ni*** walk
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
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
up on me,run up on me
Nigga like you got some anna
Play that role like you so buck
And Kamikaze gonna find ya
They better remind ya
(Scanman)
got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats
See, me
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
All my youngins be on go mode
Slow roll, all my youngins be on go mode
Let's get it
Used to pack it up, had to slow roll, tryna trap me up
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