Lyrics:
Let's talk about new hoes, let's talk about old whips
Let's meet in a museum then, u keep talking bout old shit
Tell ya friends when I'm not around,
shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags
'Cause that's how we
Yeah, we always well, these tracks, we always sell
When I flow, I'm compelled to go to Heaven, never go to Hell
No snitchin', I never tell
In the kitchen,
sleeping in them stolos
Dat project baby youngest nigga out the camp
Wilding and cool ooh where would I be without them?
Just listen to me man I'ma tell
to the projects
Some shit she ain't used to
A hood nigga fa sho that's to the fullest
Ay tell them lame ass niggas to eat a bullet
Playin' hooky I was tryna get her
took over my price by giving His life
Yeah right then He must've been white 'cause he got hoodwinked
Bamboozled you tell me which brother you think
Would
the mic. Cowboy controlled the crowd incredibly and mcing got redefined by my elder Bizzy B. The stories I tell are all very real. Cause my MC traditions
buildings
Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death
Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell
Though I owe to it my success
With
I only see the money surrounded by these bitches
Smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine T-top soft
I'm wildin' gettin' paper on these niggas
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat
We just want y'all to dance with us man
Y'all know what it is, it's goin' down
Motorcycle with it, with it,
Nor am I a Paddy though Ireland I've seen
But were I a Pat now what's that at all ?
For there's many's a bold hero from Erin go bragh
I can tell you're
reach
I want a house right by the beach
And sip mimosas with ya baby we could go now
Talking right now
We could go outside and hop into that
Pat, riot, j,
your brothers now
Like Tekashi they snitchin'
But tell me can you blame them boy? All new pussy has limits
She told me that she want a fam, I said we
tell by the odor
Your bitch is a stretch
Got her posing like yoga
I’m feelin real classy
Bitch pass me my toga
I keep it 300
I’m feelin like Sosa
Them
was a troubled kid
But we don't stop 'cause our heart is pumpin' blood like thunder
No man up in the trauma, head is broken in the summer
Seasons
raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on, where we live like by on Broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed
when I'm creeping through them front lines
Tell all my niggas please watch out for that one time that one time
I wanna proceed I wanna stop
Slide
everybody's run stops ask Brandon Jacobs
What y'all call swag to me is all faggotry
Fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties
Abort the strategy
everybody's run stops ask Brandon Jacobs
What y'all call swag to me is all faggotry
Fours want blatt at me that'd equal more casualties
Abort the strategy
top cause
He left me no option
Block nigha trappin
Hood nigha clappin
Rat nigha snitchin
Act like a savage
Writin out statements
Say it ain’t happen
too often
So much heat inside the furnace the devil said we need to stop it
A dead body in the street, but police chilling in the projects
Oaky Ville
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together, nigga, your beef is mine
So long as the sunshine should light up the sky
We in this
niggas think it's close
When they all in 2nd place uh
Day by day
PROJECTCXDY on the stage gone
(Chorus - Project105)
Stop the show and we gone pop it
I'm
and flop quicc
Don’t compare nun my hoes yo bitch not thicc
I jus spent ya whole rent on my outfit
Think you fuccin wit me
Stop the nonsense
Ouu not the best
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