1: project pat] Yeah as you walk in the vally of a yuppa Nigga betta watch your mufuckin zippa Dont step in shit that you cant handle Walkin in the dark man, so
So don't act up 'cause you might leave in a hearse Yo check this yo I wanna give a big up to all my now rule people You know the flavor, projects M.
So sick like a virus that never goes away Hey hold ya breath you can smell da success Spit 16 if da pit pat on your chest Yes, I'm so blessed, ya cats
they got a bird of coke and 10 G The niggas in the project come in black like always Invisible wit the mack, it's dark in the hallways Creepin' so slow
-muthafuckin'-Tribe mobbin' on muthafuckas See, it's like the Menensky Mob, see They used to be the ones who was fightin' the slave master So the people
click so on the train in the rain Scans waiting for you man when I get ya extracts brain and wash your remains down the drain so blast my words will
, the four gonna get'cha Between life and death, they killed my spirit So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball I pat myself, teacher
Fucking Offer New Clothes, A Lot Of Money So Im Fresh As A Lobster I Could Do This All Day Lay Low And Make A Killin Project Pat Please Tell These Motherfuckers
fucking offer New clothes, a lot of money so im fresh as a lobster I could do this all day lay low and make a killin Project Pat please tell these motherfuckers
to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig? Project Pat
a gun I'ma sho split it (Project Pat) In Hollywood at the stop sign Watchin out for one time Clean on them things Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine I'm on that weed So
you looking for some credit bro' I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short A newport is all I can give ya' player So push on project pat ain
up to his nose tie him up from head to toe Strap his body in a bag throw him in a fire Call my nigga?s dee and blue, project pat, y?all know what to
room and get em' so fuckin' high Luda, I'm so true to smokin' that stanky buddha My panky shinin' with diamonds, my index on a Ruger I wet these hoes in they seat so
Project Pat] Crusin' Farsier Blvd. Made a right on Hollywood mayn. just bought a sack from the crest it's all good mayn In the hood mayn its the project
Chorus Move Mutha Fucka, Move Mutha Fucka Move (till verse starts) (Project Pat) Should I, come wit the style that you niggaz love Gangsta's on that
we got you high I don't know you why the fuck you all in my grill I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill You ain't no killa my lyrics
ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka