Lyrics:
Ouais, ouais, ouais ulysse
Okay Négro what kind of shit is that?
Ne me raconte plus des histoires
J'ai vu et appris ma mère me l'avait dit
Que mes
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
uh, ayy
Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
Boy, this bitch I pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
Project Pat
got shit
Before a nigga I ain't had shit
Man she only want me cuz I got kilos
36 hoes in the pyrex
I be going HAM in the project
Got a bad bitch with
Run em down
Hurt em
I poured a 4 for I hopped in the whip
That's why I be swerving
If the mask on my face
Murder
AMG's full of niggas that's pulling
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
Logic of a snitch, "You ain't know, but I'mma let you in"
"Why would I do ten, when I can go on and turn in my friend?"
Not pokin' fun, Project Pat is
How you be claiming you a trapper but never outside
Where the fuck is you lil' bitch?
All of these niggas my mini me's, that's on god
These niggas tryna
the life you live a lot of façade in it
(Cap) niggas know I stay with juice like
My name was Project Pat (Swear)
Heard you made it out and lost it
Like you
me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat
how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he
heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my
homey, gotta get that
Gotta get away, some try but head back
uh, street smart niggas got left back
Some died, they left stacks
Me, I ball right
Hypnotize Minds Productions
Presents
(Yeah) New Project Pat
Project Pat
It's goin' down
Aah
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Watch how you move when you step by me We got them shootas, they slide for the free
I'ma fuck up a beat then I fuck on a freak Kick the bitch out,
200
My drugs cost like 200
Whip out the AMG
Whip out the AMG
G Wagon on the
Yeah
G Wagon on the highway
Watch it glide
Tell me that
Yeah
Yeah
Huh
Huuuh
Yeah!
Yeah nigga! (It's ya boy Lil Jon right)
You know?
Got my nigga Project Pat right here wit' me!
(What's up boy?)
Memphis Tenn' to da
the closer that I get feel like Project Pat
Feel like Bobby, Whitney on them drugs talkin bout crack is whack
Baby want a three five for a dub, like, baby,
as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin', my remote, sittin', in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit,
as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin', my remote, sittin', in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit,
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
Yeah, okay like yeah, boy
Ayy, what's that? My nigga Gotti
And we know they fuck with you in my city
Like they fuck with you in my city
Project Pat
Yes sir once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juice man
North North part 2
Raise ya thumbs up my nigg, it's on fool
'Cause everybody wanna be, with that Fat Pat
Hard to see reality, done brought me to a G
Thangs done changed, I got paper in my hands see
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