Lyrics:
Forever rated never outdated
R.F to your projects from Drew Ham to Sudan
When we clap we don't even need two hands
More money more murder more
Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
strong
And when these busters try to
Knock you out your place
You stand there to they face tell em hold on
And be strong the game don't stop, Hmmm
Hold on,
ramen how I'm stirring on this wack kid
He was snitchin'
Now we dissin'
Mama's yellin' in the kitchen
Stop the pissin'
You two shut up pop the hearing
wack kid
He was snitchin'
Now we dissin'
Mama's yellin' in the kitchen
Stop the pissin'
You two shut up pop the hearing aids and listen
Whatchu doing
(You're crazy) On the Jaguars
Fuck it, on the Jaguars
I'm a Pats fan, put a thousand on the Jaguars
People enslaved by their psyche
They follow the rules
"120" Lyrics By Black Neldy
Intro
Yeeeeaaa!
Palm Beach is back nigga... (Huh)
Mr. Punchline is back nigga... (Huh)
Project Boyz, Si'l Pa Bèl Nou
does it stop
Under the waves, ah, where does it stop
Under the waves, ah, where does it stop
Under the waves, ah, where does it stop
Under the waves, ah,
to eat fast,
Never snitchin was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
Never waitin by the phone gotta get it on your own.
Real niggas
the suits
With the cash
I tell' em
Pass the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's badge
Just like my mom and dad had it
And did it
Easin in as slick as I can
blues
I can tell by the way that you walk
I can tell by the way that you talk
Yeah I'm lookin but it's not my fault
Girl you are a bosssssss
Yeah yeah
the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single
the projects
Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single
I'm like
I gotta get it
Yah
Don't worry we winning
Oh yea said i'm super fly
All my ice be hitting
I been tryna tell my story
I Guess that they don't
Chamillitary S U C mix hol up
This is the Sound of Revenge
This for all my O G Screw Heads
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat DJ Screw
Chamillitary S U C mix
Project Pat flow can you tell I'm from Memphis
I am wise I am cool and I use to stay lifted
Had to get a grip on life before I lose mines
Between jail
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
have her ass pumpin like the dope in the projects
I'm still in these streets like I ain't even hot yet
I do it for the hood like I can't even stop yet
magic
But they tell me that it's not
I think it's tragic
That they blinded by what's hot
I'm spreading love
But they tell me that I'm not
Hold me down
on niggas, no
Now beam me up, Scotty
You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub
With "Stop snitchin" written on a note by her body
I picked up your ho
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
frm the bottom
But i go end at the top
Now nigga fuck wat ya heard Bitch
I neva go stop
I thinkin get it then spend it
Ya know that money go quick
Money
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