Project Pat

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"


Yeah mane you know
Back in my day
Know we should be going on right now but it ain't
Real niggas in the street
Real street niggas didn't fuck with rats
Like snitching ass niggas
Like I'ma keep it one hunna
Like, know how you be seeing the niggas know that they the police
And you know that they know that they police and they still fucking with em
That's all I heard of, my nigga
Like real talk, like
Nigga don't do shit like that
Know what I'm saying
Like that shit is unheard of
That's just like, that's just like god and the devil they cool
Its like god and devil they cool

 

[fox69]

"Jack One"

"Jack One"


[Hook: x2]
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I'm a shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I'm a shoot

[Verse 1:]
40 in my hand but nigga I jack one
Slap one, cut a-fuckin-head to the fat one
Been about it, ask about me, nigga I'nt no fuckin joke
Nigga play with me then up in smoke his ass a go
I don't give a fuck about a charge, nigga know that
Pounding all street goons nigga and I show that
Choppa bullets rain on yo ass, where you go at
Tear that bitch down, have yo face but I flow at
Cap on dog, I'm a burn me a nigga today
Fool brought my money, I don't mind catching a fuckin case
Get down, like the mob, in my hood they raise me
Niggas start a problem then that nigga gotta pay me

[Hook: x2]
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I'm a shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I'm a shoot

[Verse 2:]
Who wan' a war with a nigga like me?
I done done time, been a beast in these streets
I done done crime nigga you can ask the skreets
Nigga I ain't lyin, I was raised in the streets
I do yo ass back on these fuckin round me
Call my goons from the side, watch em fly to Tennessee
Man we a kill every snitch we think will testify
Let's see how many motherfuckers wanna test me now
Hand on the trigger and nigga I do it
Dog I don't give a fuck, it ain't nothing to it
Robbery my specialty, your pockets full of thug
I ride by myself cause I don't trust none

[Hook: x2]
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I'm a shoot
Jack one, snack one, run up with your sacks up
Anybody boom boom boom, give it up or I'm a shoot

 

[fox69]

"Keep It 1 Hunnid"
(feat. Jon Geezy)

"Keep It 1 Hunnid"
(feat. Jon Geezy)



[Hook:]
Nigga keep it 100
Ye ain't never been to jail, ye ain't never paid your home boy bail
Nigga keep it 100
On that flexin and shit, still tryna fuck yo home boy bitch
Nigga keep it 100
If that man front yo work
Pay that man right back for his work
Nigga keep it 100
Learn how to be a man
And then you will finally understand
How to keep it 100

[Verse 1:]
But niggas be so emotional
Keeping my focus and doing just what I'm supposed to do
Tryina keep full bustin my pistol, my bills overdue
My daddy told me eat, you got a meal right in front of you
Or you can trigger off your fuckin money like your brother do
Trickin off my money on bitches, this somethin I never do
My homies getting locked for no reason, police the predators
You ever been locked for a season behind a metal door?
Ever been popped by your rival cause you ain't give him all?
I'm a get money regardless, that's what I'm livin for
Never sick the dogs on beef, that's what lieutenants for
These niggas getting early released, that shit is beautiful

[Hook:]
Nigga keep it 100
Ye ain't never been to jail, ye ain't never paid your home boy bail
Nigga keep it 100
On that flexin and shit, still tryna fuck yo home boy bitch
Nigga keep it 100
If that man front yo work
Pay that man right back for his work
Nigga keep it 100
Learn how to be a man
And then you will finally understand
How to keep it 100

[Verse 2:]
I done score, I done robbed, I done sold drugs
Some of ya'll listenin now with my customers
And I never one time mentioned niggas' names
I would never drop down, give yo mama pain
Just the same nigga if you get jailed in
Like yea I made room in that pussy, dough got clammed in
I'm the wolf like Del Toro
Catch me in some Polo, strapped with the 4 nickle
Solo dolo, Hennessey and colo
Or should I say Cola?
Thug baby down in Texas then I said ola
Said to myself if I'm cold then it's goodbye
This nigga sayin both the mans back in a good way

[Hook:]
Nigga keep it 100
Ye ain't never been to jail, ye ain't never paid your home boy bail
Nigga keep it 100
On that flexin and shit, still tryna fuck yo home boy bitch
Nigga keep it 100
If that man front yo work
Pay that man right back for his work
Nigga keep it 100
Learn how to be a man
And then you will finally understand
How to keep it 100

[Outro:]
Yea you niggas out here fallin off
Nigga we fallin on
I tell a nigga like this man
No better come bout what you niggas talkin bout
Wutchu niggas thinkin
You niggas thoughts and all that
Cause man we getting tour buses full of money my nigga
You hear me

 

[fox69]

"Keep It Hood"
(feat. OJ Da Juiceman)

"Keep It Hood"
(feat. OJ Da Juiceman)



[Hook - Project Pat:]
I got plenty cars, money wads, ghetto star, hood broads, felony charge, I'm gone keep it hood [x2]
You can take me out the hood, but I'm gone keep it hood (keep it hood!) [x4]

You can take me out the projects, not the projects out the nigga
Yeah you see I'm having thangs still, I'm gonna be a nigga
Liquor drankin, hit the grind
Pimpin' I did all the time
I ain't thinking 'bout no child support, I'm still gonna shine
Cause I'm still getting mine
One way or another doe
I ain't compromising with no judge, I ain't stuttered though
Others though, wanna back down, I'm fightin' to the end
If I get done up or something, I'mma gonna do ya in
A life sentence in the pen, what they want you to receive
I'm getting brain, making cheese, all that other's make-believe
And I still ride chrome rims and I shoot K's
Still hangin' with my dogs, and we blowin' purp for days

[Hook]

[OJ Da Juiceman:]
I'm so hood Juiceman been convicted
Dekalb county dope charges got me twisted
Bubba Kush is blowin', and its in a Swisher
Ghetto broad, ghetto car, its a perfect picture
Take me out the hood, hell naw I'm still pitchin'
Apartment raised, I didn't do no picket fences
Been shot eight times so they got me high defenses
Pussy nigga leg shooter got me with a limpin'
Scrap bitch, yeah I'm strapped bitch, with an AK
Young Juiceman at the [?]
I'm so hood, Juiceman done got a throwaway
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet

[Hook]

[Project Pat:]
When you see me in the club, fool I'm reppin' Tennessee
Arkansas and Mississippi, they just like some kin to me
Cause we ride the same way
More ghetto than section 8
Hustlin' to get our pay
Grew up shootin' on a crate
Can't forget about 201
Lower level powder [?]
Waking up with hard lids, funky breath, and sour dreads
Fighting cases, lawyer fees
Dropped the case, I copped a plea
Would have gave my life savings up so I could see them streets
Then I be back to the hood, where we watchin' over our shoulder
Ridin' with a hot pistol, hope police don't pull me over
Over in the bay, where we keep it North, understand
Take the man up out the ghetto, not the ghetto out the man

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Kelly Green"
(feat. Juicy J)

"Kelly Green"
(feat. Juicy J)



[Intro - Project Pat; over-lapping oldies song]
Play me some pimping mayn
Yeah, you know I'm talking bout
Yeah, you know I'm saying
A nigga was uh, geeked up
Over here on 70th street
On the corner n' shit
She ain't have my money
Real talk, it's all good... yeah

[Hook - Project Pat (Frayser Boy)]
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)

[Verse 1 - Juicy J]
Mayn, I'm excited; on my way to the weed mayn
He said he got a girl that a nigga need to meet, mayn
He said she smell good from her head to her feet, mayn
I said what's her nationality, he said "A green thang" (Cough-cough-cough)
She the type of girl that'll have a nigga geeked, mayn
Spend up all ya money like a junky on the creep, mayn
And she got some friends that will keep ya high as me, mayn
Dancing in the sky with the birds and the trees, mayn
I get high like Amy Winehouse
I'll put pills in anyone's mouth
Smoke up all the weed, fall asleep on the couch
4:20 motherfucker, that's what I'm about

[Hook - Project Pat (Frayser Boy)]
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)

[Verse 2 - Project Pat]
We some rich niggas, pass the Gray Poupon
Nah dog, more like pass the purple blunt
Smells the funk or the pound that's in the car
If the police flag me, I ain't gon' stop
Digital scales for sales, paraphernalia
Either in jail or get bail; that's what they tell ya
I grew up 'round hoodlums, killers, and thieves
Unknown Vice Lords, niggas claiming G.D.
One-eighty Vans, shows we hustling (getting money)
Blowing purp, Cali high, no struggling
Penitentiary; the chances that I take
It's elementary; I got to gets the cake

[Hook - Project Pat (Frayser Boy)]
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, I got a date with Kelly Green
At 4:20, (A whole pound of purple-purple-purple)

 

[fox69]

"Kick Door"

"Kick Door"


Kick door, kick door, pistol in your face
Want the dough and the cheese wanna play the hard way
Chopper round playing down boys in your hallway
Come up with that fuck pussy this on fucking Broadway
Kick door, kick door, pistol in your face
Want the dough and the cheese wanna play the hard way
Chopper round playing down boys in your hallway
Come up with that fuck pussy this on fucking Broadway

Put the burner in this too, pout the chick back
Right before that my dough, snatch the set
They shoot up a nigga ways up if it makes you God
Home burn if we turn the murder in a sale rot
This ain't too many times I'm a cunt big T
Jump from the bushes 44 swing
Teeth and blood his girl crying
Take me to that motherfucking shit
Somebody's dying
Presentation so I put around in his ass
I wouldn't playing took me straight to the sound
Eating on some good 24 more than I came
Word on the street don't know who done it? I'll be back

Kick door, kick door, pistol in your face
Want the dough and the cheese wanna play the hard way
Chopper round playing down boys in your hallway
Come up with that fuck pussy this on fucking Broadway
Kick door, kick door, pistol in your face
Want the dough and the cheese wanna play the hard way
Chopper round playing down boys in your hallway
Come up with that fuck pussy this on fucking Broadway

Pistol cunt nigga pleased beg for life
These fuck boys do get shot for running
Cheese trying me 50 rounds coming at you
Boy does a nigga shoot for fun and the chopper with before
I wanna smoke and my lungs tryna ease my pain
Pint that black shot them ass boy I leave them stained
Busted lip, shooting on niggas talking shit
Breaking niggas houses when they gone and stealing all they shit
Knock knock at your door
Clingy as the roof will fall
Suck information at your hold
And keep'em in yo door
Blowing niggas ass out
Wouldn't think twice about him
When they come and get money
I'm a put my life about it

Kick door, kick door, pistol in your face
Want the dough and the cheese wanna play the hard way
Chopper round playing down boys in your hallway
Come up with that fuck pussy this on fucking Broadway
Kick door, kick door, pistol in your face
Want the dough and the cheese wanna play the hard way
Chopper round playing down boys in your hallway
Come up with that fuck pussy this on fucking Broadway

 

[fox69]

"Kitchen"
(feat. Shy Glizzy & Cash Out)

"Kitchen"
(feat. Shy Glizzy & Cash Out)



[Hook - Cash Out:]
I got the money, I got the pack
I drop to do something and bring it back
I drive a foreign and I'm out [?]
They love a nigga cooking out with the blood
In the kitchen
I'm in love with my kitchen [x3]
I got the money and I got the sack
I drop a deuce and then I bring it back

[Project Pat:]
Whats a kitchen without no plug
Whats a plug without no drugs
Whats a plug without no bud
Extra barely she gon' suck
Sowed up with the yay
Jumping back like bullfrog
Everything is British pit
Nigga you can be my dog
Breaking home quarters down the quarters, we not quarters
You break that bag they gon' serve you in that order
I'll take it on off off the game it done crossed you
Nigga you can be saucer like a pimple I'ma pop you
Pimping money like a gymnast
Pouring ja like a chemist
Ain't no hustler don't get in this
Drop this paper she get ignite
I'm talking choppers on choppers make a hood harder
And rest run around might keep the snitches fuck of gualla

[Hook]

[Shy Glizzy:]
Bitch I got bands, I got Eid
Screaming out "free Billy Seagle"
I know I done tried to plead you
You'd rather not get hit with this Eagle
I'm serving narcotics, serving it all to my people
Why go out with the Eagle
She give me ass she do neither
Jefe, where the hell you at
I'm in the projects Pat, how the fuck you get that
I'm cashing out with the steering wheel
I'm serving packs, I be in the trap
Head honcho, I get the ho like hondo
Take the bitch to the condo
But I'm more like Rondo
2 bad hoes understoo'
[?]
And they better not steal my dope
Bitch you better not steal my dope

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Kush Ups"
(feat. Nasty Mane, Bun B)

"Kush Ups"
(feat. Nasty Mane, Bun B)



[Intro:]
Yeah, I know a lot of y'all niggas out there
Gettin' your weight up, hittin' them push ups and shit
But how many of y'all getting' your smoke on properly?
You know, hittin' them kush ups
Puff, puff, pass, nigga
Project Pat
Nasty Man, Bun B, let's go

[Hook:]
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass (we doin' kush ups)
Puff, puff, puff, pass (we doin' kush ups)
Puff, puff, puff, pass (we doin' kush ups)
Puff, puff, puff, pass (we doin' kush ups)

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Smokin' so much kush it got my forehead sweatin' (woo!)
Relay blunts, pass 'em like batons, smokin's what I do
Fell off in the kush session, tapped out, I was through
You got Cali goods on deck, I need a zip, I'm comin' through
Smokin' back-to-back like Rastas do, eatin' pasta too
Ain't no flexin', see these papers and these Swishers we ran through
Smokin' gram after gram, Cheech and Chong session, hoe
Blowin' kush ups in the gym, AKA the studio
I get UFO high, E.T. kush
Purple Cali what I love, the smoke I buy it by the bush
I love that lemon sour D, blue dream that's the herb
I'm so loud in the room but I ain't said a word

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bun B]
I'm fuckin' 'round with my trill niggas, my real niggas, my boys
While y'all niggas all burnt up, we turnt up like noise
We pullin' out them toys, we droppin' tops so 'cise
With that big grill and that fifth wheel you know we super tight
Daytime or in the night, but you know we packin' that loud
Walk into a room of them weed heads and we still stand out in a crowd
Their noses go up in the air, they lookin' out for their set
Just look for me, that trill OG, we in here gettin' bent
That's just how I represent, nothin' but that PA in me
And you ain't got to ask who keep that good, player, it's been me
I been twistin' them Sweets, I been breakin' that good down
Been bleedin' these streets, nigga we been burnin' this hood down
Hold up

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nasty Mane]
Puff, puff, puff, pass
My weed louder than a fuckin' marchin' band
Most of you niggas, been smokin' on that garbage, man
My weed stay stinkin', just like some garbage, man
Look, I'm blowin' on that blue dream
Hey, it got me hype – I call it "turn up green"
Look, I'm workin' out – on them Zig Zags
Five doobies in rotation, that's a plane crash
I got a bad bitch with me and she blowin' weed
The next thing you know, she was blowin' me
I swear she a wolf, man
She huffed and puffed and blew me down
Damn...

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Leave Me Alone"
(feat. Joe Simpson)

"Leave Me Alone"
(feat. Joe Simpson)



Ey mane
Man did not know these fake ass bitches out here be lying and shit mane
Yeah they lie
Mane I'm just tryna get me some money mane
Fuck these bitches mane
I'm focused mane out here on the business mane
Got tired for this shit I want some money mane
Ya heard me mane

[Hook - Project Pat:]
I just wanna count my money, and smoke my weed
Didn't need any nigga, it was all on me
Red stagger like palace, tall like trees
Riding foreign when ya bitches see me bitch
Leave me alone [x4] bitch
Leave me alone [x4] bitch
Leave me alone

Bitch I need a million can ya lend me one
Bitch I need a bag can ya send me one
You ain't got a dollar you ain't having shit
But love smoking hookah, love smoking dicks
Ya [?] tryna stunt with them income taxes
Brazilian weave in your hair and them fake eyelashes
Not tryna flex like you don't know a nigga
Phony ass bitch, ya know ya owe a nigga
You got that [?] shower pussy I be stroking in
But round May when I was come you be broke again
Lemon D's of smoke, what I'm putting in the wind
Bitch ya can't ask me for shit, cuz I ain't yo friend

[Hook]

[Joe Simpson:]
Bitch you slurp my dick up like a pickup
Shot cum in her throat til she hiccup
Now ya lying to yo friends like I'm yo dude
Like I'm paying yo bills, I don't fuck with you
Yous a flodging ass bitch with that paddy cash
Tryna take a pic and put that bitch on Instagram
Tagging me, yous a lie, hoe I'm locking you
But I'm bout to hit it tomorrow, that's what a player do
Kush smoking my lungs, California wax
Smack the shit, I love a bitch that don't know how to act
Got the game from my pops, a real hustler
Got my name on the block, from [?]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Life We Live"
(feat. Edgar Fletcher, Namond Lumpkin)

"Life We Live"
(feat. Edgar Fletcher, Namond Lumpkin)



[Project Pat]
I was broke pocket full of lint now I'm on the bricks
getting paid like no other dog now I'm stackin' chips
on the road like a trucker man had to take some trips
doing shows for my brothers but strapped with extra clicks
just in case any sucker would wanna run his lips
a female I don't trust her cause women like to trip
I stay all by my getty green hell with some time
there some crime that was petty seem still getting mine
all this hate trip I'm hearing though you I ain't fearing
better try to be growing old man with your children
escalate what a nigga staring his last days nearing
trying to get it right with god only one who I'm fearing
hopin' I'ma make it keep it real
never knew I get the chances for a nigga to get paid
so I take it living like a player should
wishin' that you could knowin' it's all to the good
still down with the hood

[Chorus: repeat]
This Life We Live (Life as we see it)
See it's oh so beautiful (Oh it's so) beautiful
Oh so beautiful (Oh it's so beautiful)

[Project Pat]
Last year my cousin took a fall, a sad song
seem like we were just on the phone now he gone
people use to try to judge him sayin' he was wrong
but you can't try to judge a man you do you wrong
smokin' out on a daily base I'm in the clouds
drinkin' liqour fallin' on my face
wondering how I survive all this foolishness
up in the street ridin' dirty I ain't new to this
I'm packin' heat but the streets very hazardous
to a niggaz health watch your step you ain't Lazarus
you'll meet your death
I'm the man from the North, North site of the town
with the will to support me and keep em found
stayin' down got your gold grills dro in the air
barbecue on the grill sun cool for a player
when I ride through the streets hoes are plentiful
Cause the life that we live so beau-ti-ful

[(Chorus) 2x]

[Project Pat]
Gotta take the good with the bad
smile with the sad, love what you got
and remember what you had messin' with the ones
who help me in the times
when I was flat broke didn't even have a dime
my family they was there, my niggaz they was there
the rest of ya'll left me for dead didn't care
I use to have dreams livin' large in this thang
and by the grace of god I'm still alive in this thang
I strive in this game to get all that I can
Never said I'm the man, respect me as a man
to you ones think I owe you somethin'
now that's a joke think you bad come and get you somethin'
how low to dope
either treal either fake
you can love you can hate
either go and get your own or you can't sit and wait
on the next man to come up you can peep this
you can do what I do handle your bu-si-ness

[(Chorus) 2x]