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this I froze on my feet got to go retarded
PreZZy Platinum hearted
Tearing up the market
N****s say too much slick s**t for me, I ain’t no target
Catch

I'm a Playa

Three 6 Mafia

The Peoples Champ

2005

up and never be afraid
While you cry but ask how they givin' up the fade
Ye ain't got screens if they ain't touch screen
with the removable screen,

with the limp shocks
Of hair shooting off the top, dudes you got to stop
For real, kill it dead
I'm going to call you Project Pat because you look like

Guerrilla

Juvenile

Tha G-Code

1999

a buck

They got dope around tha projects, and it leads to us
Feds know we ain't be sellin' nothin' but ki's and up
Rattin', I gotcha
I'm lookin' for

Got You

Pharoahe Monch

Training Day [Clean]

2001

back-flippin'
No one saw it I won't stop the clock ticking 
Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight me
The world's a merry-go-round I stereotype

fed rats
Gotta pick my friends better 'cause they 'posed to lift me up
I shouldn't think about you first if somebody would set me up
When you a thug,

nothin' thinkin' that the feds gon' come
I been tryna find my happiness by myself all alone
I been tryna find some peace, but, they don't see the time I'm

White Bitch

Gunplay

Living Legend

2015

b****es, damn homie
Call it walking on tomatoes, them red bottoms
Call it thug vacation, when the feds got em
Call it what you want it, just can't call me

Now was it certain shit I did 
Got these voices in my head 
I know niggas want me dead
Tell em catch us if they can 
Keep a pistol by my bed 
Murder

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 way they won't, he always goes 
To get it first, he's breaking earth
While other n****s wake up late, then wonder why their stomachs hurt
Think they

and pegs
Keep it solid stand by every lie you said
Bitches toxic here to profit off the bread
Thought you was mine until you dropped me to the feds
No more

circumvent
shout out project pat
mista don't play and i been leaning since

i get high off that mothefucking… 
wetto ride like a motherfucking…
down to die for

on old times, while the time pass, pass me by
I'm doing bad, I'm being selfish I ain't talked to the other side, in way too long, it's hard to tell you why

stuck his ass up and ran off with his pack
I got some niggas that stay on attack
I just told the officer ain't going back
He made me hit up his block with

Try'n 2 Make a Million

Big Tymers

How You Luv That?

1998

hoes gone ride in my Hummer 
But I got a top of tha line bitch beside me 
And if a nigga fuck up my hoe gone ride for me
See I'll put change on my own

Thug Luv

Half-A-Mill

Million

2000

black Prisons
who got caught with Karrots from Egyptians
Semarians, contacted by Aliens
black Elohiem trapped in the Beast
kidnapped in the East 
now in

make a comment
I'm proud of myself, motherfucker I done it

In first class they ask me what I do
Had a stove, microwave and a blender too
Pull up

Simon Says (By Simon)
Most of them man been saved by feds
(It's feds)
It's nothin' to do it again
I've seen a white tee get soaked up red
(Soaked)
Control

Lucas did
Went and got my own drugs
Taped up by my nuts on the plane, Cali buzz
Soon as I hit the hood
I ain't showing Cali love
Everything for

'bout cocaine (what you think?)
When the plug throw me action, I let my man quarterback it
Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid (both paid)

call me up, you need it? yeah
You Never had no nigga fuck you like that and you feining yeah
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by

the street
Hypnotize, stackin' riches and you
Ain't got a dime
Poppin' slugs into snitches cuz
I ain't doin' time
Project Pat, I'm in this mutha
I know you

[Chorus-16x]
These niggas got me fucked up

[1st verse]
These niggas got me fucked up
I'm down for my crown mane
If I go out
I go out on yo' ass mane