Lyrics:
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
and the street wasn't in between the sheets
I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game
Here's nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name
From
house parties in the projects
We goin` all night
Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I`m gonna buy me a gun
Then what`s next?
Food and Sex,
(He's heating up)
Yeah, yeah
It's somethin' 'bout a project chick, gotta love her
I ain't never too good to fuck a bitch from the hood
You can
Boy, it's 'bout to get real scary up in here
You got the original Break Da Laws up in here for you hos
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat, weak niggaz
choosing to help
I'm killin' you in this battle
Since you ain't have the bars
To do it yourself
How you soft then rapping hard
Stop confusin' yourself
That
you're everything i ever hoped fooor
In a womaaan 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
30-30 inches on the Chevrolet!
Ya boy Project Pat, aww
28 inches, aww yeah,
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
black always strapped
Mouth full of golds like project pat
Gettin to the money hoe I always do that
Getting to the money hoe I always do that
Ain't
friend
'cause down here itz all about da ghetty green my friend
[Hook(1x)]
[Gangsta Boo] Wha Wha
[Project Pat] I here you ballin like dat
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love
a hater, hatin ain't where it's at
My finger where the seven and a half karats at
You ain't even gotta wonder what the women starin at
They ready
in my domain
You entered deep in my woods
I must warn you of who I am
So prepare yourself for the wood rhyme rap murderer
I go by the name which is
a playa got a bigger name
Now I got fame, I ain't the one to blame
Now them boys wanna be trying to what, claim
A big old pimp, by the name of P-A-T
Living
in it represent it
Ya'll boys, ya'll boys ain't ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, D.J. Paul, Juicy "J"
Hypnotize Minds in here, like this
folks get a little doe
And forget where they come from
Man we used to have good times
But since you moved on up you aint cool with us
We still support you
is up to you
Shoot to improve from project to project
But I can't help thinking, "Is all this hard work nonsense?"
Cause it's nice to say that money is
to play hard
But knowing that you don't want to catch
A murder charge
See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor
You snort a line in yo' mind
ain't
Have faith in me ho
Pinocchio partnas are the worse kind so
I'm alone when ever you see me
In my fo' - do
Any one of my cars or truck made by
Cadilac
[Lil Chat]
you riding clean
but ya gas tank is on E
be stepping out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet
[Project Pat]
that's just the meter broke
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)
(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
where
Niggas get wet up
Your own homeboys will pull a
Set up if they jealous
Hard head youngins nigga ain't nothing
You could tell us
Maneuver with
at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"
I'm just a project
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