Lyrics:
and desert eagle ride non-stop
If I have to I'll commit a murder just to maintain
Tell me what you thought I'm from a city where they gang bang
And I got
know it seems it ain't enough to go around
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow
That's all I can say, can't tell
the strength to get up there by myself
I can not see anyone, so I will not get any help
So what if I can't reach your hand?
I don't think that you'll understand
the trigga i figured you's a ho when
I first caught you slippin'
Fool it's Project Pat and I'm
Game for a killin' now thinkin' I'mma run
That's a stupid ass
Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong
Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long
[Yung Joc:]
You can call me Malcolm X, I
conversation
For that you have to seize
Opponents and the situation
For me to tell the nation
You all need a plus
In the English lesson
Either (B)be or (C)see
that's snitchin'
Ain't no liftin', it's God Given
Boobie Miles with the pivot, shit, I'm Gifted
And if the younger me could see me now,
What would I
really Pop not talkin' soda
Feel the top is gettin' closer
Won't stop and I'll never slow up
Got my dawgs by my side like a holster
And they all down
on designed by me
I'm fuckin' her good she tell me don't stop
I'm in the crib with my feet up
Cup full of Pat no Cleo
She gone suck so it ain't no clean up
Drop
no more, but I know that if I stop
I'll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin' with 'Pac
These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slanger
Project Pat-a)
(Moet in my lap-a) Hold on
(Stayin on da grind, 'cause da loot gonna stack-a) Okay I'm ready
Who you need?
We just popped up on the scene
I
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
the sceptre's clean
All we ever seen was methamphetamine
My role models had several felonies
Tryin' to profit fast off of Ghetto D
Project Pat with the Ghetty
You're so confusing but you strut your stuff like Project Runway
How do we stop this masquerading
Why do we burden ourselves with the voices in our heads
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
Produced by: yz虎
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊
Aye
Spider joint parked aside this Bimmer
Designer piece, collaborate Adidas
Outta club, got these
stop it
Who it be, the boy slick P
Clean muscle car runnin' wit da big feet
Blowin' my smoke, throwin' up the fo's
You can tell by da gear that
stop it
Who it be, the boy slick P
Clean muscle car runnin' wit da big feet
Blowin' my smoke, throwin' up the fo's
You can tell by da gear that
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
feelings
You could tell by how the way I act too appealing
Tell by how i rap there's no match for the kid
Even if you had a whole box full of him
Its your
sheet
(Baow)
Look, I don't even entertain the gossip
(Woo)
But the pillow talkin' gotta stop it (What?)
That's the way you get turned to a spliff
Since
little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin'
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