Lyrics:
Ride ride ride ride
Ride ride ride ride
Bam on da beat
Hop out pop out
Mell Bring da
Mop out
U talk down
Fuck Dat
Lets do a walk down
U
a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my
Dexter
I just here delivering like I'm Papa John
U actin high, but i don't even know wat the fuck u on
I'm a gangsta, i ain't fucking wit dat snitching
Ghetto stories let me talk bout it Bitch ass hating ass niggas
A lot of niggas do fuck shit Plotting on my mother fucking Downfall hot hot hot
Nigga
i'ma sho split it
(Project Pat) in Hollywood at the stop sign
Watchin out for one time
Clean on them things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that
quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the land, better read ya' motherfuckin' press
So all the real niggaz stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it
My pops was a gangsta
Just not gangsta enough to raise me I guess
I want that hoe all to myself
They say I'm crazy I guess
If I don't hit a certain
look
Platinum gangsta like da boi rook off n dis kitchen i gtta cook
Make ya break a couch wit jay souf dis arkansas n we rep dat souf feelin like jones
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
Project Pat to fall but the money piles
*** know I'm off the chain, wild as a child
There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style
Kept my street,
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
gangsta shit
I V Y nigga and they ain't ready for it
The BX da jungle I was raised by the gorillas
So hold all that silicon and all them cheap fillers
lights, projects by the dump
And cars, broads, murders ghetto life
I went through all that shit
for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice
It's
Triggers spray diarrhea BBRRRR DAT DAT PAT PAT
Loose cannon like Nick when he wilding out
I call shots even do it with out dialing out
Stress adding
I need a project bitch
I feel like Project Pat
On that Six Mafia shit
I need a moonlight bitch
Daydream when I'm with my bitch
Don't know what loving
stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake
blicks on me
Run dat shit homie
I pulled out da chromey
Na you anit my homie
You talk behind my back fool
Das why ya getting jacked fool
Pause na i anit
at
They ready to fuckin set me up
- to get my ass jacked
But they don't know about Joseph Wayne
Physco path gangsta slash solider mayne
He's rides on niggas
here
I ain't goin' back to jail and
That's what these suckers fear
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money
here
I ain't goin' back to jail and
That's what these suckers fear
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear
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