Lyrics:
to find me
Feds still tryna build a case since '93
I told them, I'm retired but they like whatever
You know them pigs don't want to see you get your
(My man?)
(You know I'm your man)
(What?)
(Uh)
(Yeah)
(What, what?)
Yo, where the brother by my side at?
Yo, you really need to stop that
the city cop
I play 'em like Pitty Pat, yeah, I'm kicking back, yeah
I'm getting stacks, these bitches is really rats
I fuck 'em and give 'em back, yeah,
the city cop
I play 'em like Pitty Pat, yeah, I'm kicking back, yeah
I'm getting stacks, these bitches is really rats
I fuck 'em and give 'em back, yeah,
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me Project Pat I keep it real
I'mma introduce you you's a
Sucka faking deals
If you gonna let
with the limp shocks
Of hair shooting off the top, dudes you got to stop
For real, kill it dead
I'm going to call you Project Pat because you look like
niggas ain’t on that
I thought that I told ya
Niggas ain’t on it
Them niggas be cap
Going real hard like
Project pat
Got a lil bitch
That I hit
From
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
the Projects like Pat, Mista Don't Play
Witnessed some atrocities I won't say
Down For My N*****
I knew I would see C-Murder
Set the tables, brought the food
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
me, Aquarius'Killa
That nigga I chop 'em Kenobi
Obi Wan, Star Wars
Killing these niggas im hard-core
Project to Pat, Nigga it's back
Denzel the Curry
sound ladies and gentleman
Please welcome Pat Smear
"Scentless Apprentice" was filmed
And recorded by mTV for their 1993 New
Year's special recorded
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
the market
Artificial life in the marketplace
Epic ballads by the musical whores (right)
Life is boring, so project theirs onto yours (right)
Hear
Oh it's hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy
Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga that's a carpool
confidence, that been on deck
Nigga, one on five, I shoot
This that monster shit that got them scared
I don't play by none of they rules
Whatever you came
lathered
By whatever comes after that
And i
Feel like i can be the master of that
I can
Be your inhaler and your asthma attack
Take your
Breath away and then
Things are different now
Got a brand new bone to chew
Never used to think about nothing
Now i only think about you
She'd get up by the window
I'd stay
jealous cause I got it by the tons
Twenty fifty hundred, is how I count my bills
Then I take it slow because it runs into the mills
Brothers try to step
of the spittin bomb marathon
The fuck you up lyrathon, whatever you choose
prepare to lose that title
Turnin vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my Uncles
could initiate an attack on American troops by tomorrow at sundown
Thanks, Monsieur Spencer, it's so good to have one of the FEDS with us on our team
everyone knows
Whatever outcome know it’s on me
You chose me
I’m the rose that grew from concrete
Shit too good to be true
I know the drama and devil never
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