Project Pat

[fox69]

"Make A Sell"

"Make A Sell"


I remember nights, when there were no lights
And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
Ridin round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale
I remember nights, when there were no lights
And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale

It slipped in the back of my mind
Thinkin bout that penentiary, bout that time
Project poverty, know that I'm on the rug
The lights cut off, the mice and them bugs
Living like a fiend, wakin up in the crack house
Drinkin malt liquor in the hood til we blacked out
My stash came up missing, felt like I crapped out
She might be my auntie, but she still gon' get slapped out
It's bad times when the family members are cracked out
But if they have friends, then I'ma pull them packs out
I'm on that green leaf, full of that kickstand
But please believe me, I'm tryin'a be a better man

I remember nights, when there were no lights
And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
Ridin round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale
I remember nights, when there were no lights
And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale

Green brow, Project, summer me and gangsta Fred
Sackin dough, countin bread til our fingers bled
Gangsta kept the pounds of good, Tony sold the raw
One night narcotics jumped out on us, almost burnt the law
Thought the law was the robbers, come to take our pockets
Call us NASA, cause we shoot them Ninas just like rockets
I'm past first class street, I'm in the cockpit
Silver Bentley, next week might have to cop it
These hoes tryin to flag me down, they need to stop it
Asked for their numbers back in the days, wouldn't drop it
Now they see these icy bottles match these icy chains
From VIP, I stand on stage and I do my thang

I remember nights, when there were no lights
And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
Ridin round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale
I remember nights, when there were no lights
And there was no weed, there was some cold nights
Some hot days, no AC; No clientele
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale
Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale

 

[fox69]

"Make Dat Azz Clap (Back Clap)"

"Make Dat Azz Clap (Back Clap)"


[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Make dat ass clap make it snap (talk to me now)
Make dat ass smack when I slap (talk to me now)
If you is the baddest booty the phatest
Let me hear you holla out I yi yi
[verse 1]
Its ya boy P-A-Tza knowin pat'll please her
hit from the back cuz these gals off the heeza
bend ova or stroke it yo butt gets a pokin
the hydro is smokin theres nutt in ya throatin
yo booty is floatin all round the rooma
my thang full of gin so dat puddy is dooma
assume the position mug in the pillow
hand on the head bow best not to let go
hand may a slippin head gets a crackin
I'm all on dat clittin back gets a smackin
a doggin a slappin my thang in yo stomach
now move 4 we drank cuz youz bout to vomit
you swear you can take it so baby dont fake it
lets gone get a room get high and get naked
you say that you real and you claimin the hoody
tha rubber to thang and my thang in yo puddy
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[verse 2]
Its gold mouth stackin dollars
where yo sista at cuz she swallors
big juicy fat I must hollars
see you in yo pants I may foll'her
wearin tight clothes make yall scholars
freaky yung broads that luv ballers
hesitate to talk nigga stallers
you can let the steam out yo collar
luv gettin stuck on 4 hours
ja-cu-zie livin room showers
nipples on hard some big knockers
eyes got bigga than blue blockers
coochie real tight like school lockers
treat a lame dude like a true socka
most gonna pay cuz they luv her
dog anyway I will knock her
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[verse 3]
There she go there she go with them g's and strings
my nigga dont you know she will do some things
droppin that to the flo bendin knees and bows
poke it out let it hang then touch ya toes
never shame in her game its just like a bitch
she will suck on dat thang like some lick-a-rich
it'll snap crackle pop call me captain crunch
got me balled in a knot eat me up fa lunch
that bootys a big'n good fa dat hittin
thick like a rhino can do a splittin
you'll get a stickin like in a flickin
hit the right spot and cum start drippin
a flirtin a skirtin a weaver a dirt'n
you screamin to stop I'm showin no mercy
wake up kinda early ya breath smeelin perky
you try kissin me and you needin a cert'n
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Makin' Plays"

"Makin' Plays"


Yeah nigga, yeah nigga...

I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays

Flippin' pack after packs
Sellin' wax, sellin' fracks
Out here squares here and there
Dawg like Jumping Jack
Plenty stacks, plenty bands
J smokin' cola gas
Smokin' on some shit have you higher than a marsian
Transformers, Megatronic stitchin' like a [?]
How can a fucking boss bow down like a [?]
Let it slide, let it live
Project ain't got shit to give
Bust some motherfucking bullets hope he don't stay with his kid
[?] stacks in my pocket on my cashin'
Steppin' down on all these niggas
So they can't make shit
Smilin' in my face, but I'm knowing that's that fake shit
Chopper like a moguls killing all that snake shit

I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays

[?] bout 7 pounds of midget
When I get it, it is gone on sell
Hustlin' motherfucker
...

 

[fox69]

"Mane Wattt"
(feat. Young Dolph)

"Mane Wattt"
(feat. Young Dolph)



This ain't the proper listening material for you nigga

Mane Wattt, getting this money mane is all we do
Sipping the fiz, blowing some Kush
Are you retarded? Let them folders buzz
And the bitch? You sucking and we never trust
Mane Wattt bills are green up in the pies
Everything for the script ain't let nothing slide
Flexing plenty old schools plenty foreign rides
Nigga violate the money, it's a homicide

Get yo head twisted off like a baler cap
Phony smile, fake look I don't want none of that
Chopper is the lawn mower, cutting stakes to the grass
We don't shoot now warning shots we put bullets in yo ass
Yeah I knew your cousin had relationships in the past
Yeah but just the past cause today you ain't get no past
Nigga say I'm acting funny bitch ass nigga I'm acting rich
Bout to get you some money sit sat nigga I ain't no deal
Talking bout it, smoke about
Fake ass nigga you out here flaws
That's the reason why you off and I'm on
Do what the fuck I wanna do, bitch I'm grown

Mane Wattt, getting this money mane is all we do
Sipping the fiz, blowing some Kush
Are you retarded? Let them folders buzz
And the bitch? You sucking and we never trust
Mane Wattt bills are green up in the pies
Everything for the script ain't let nothing slide
Flexing plenty old schools plenty foreign rides
Nigga violate the money, it's a homicide

50 piece for the 50 man I doubled up
I don't say shots for the records
When I say shots you better duck
Shorty said why you so serious?
Cause bitch I don't play
Getting in on with mister I don't play south
I'm mister king Pin dropping back in a no no
Crack a niggas jaw dropping hoes into one
How that biz now I pull up
Dropping that bitch knocked down her wall
Took a trip to go and see her might put her up her game
Got this set, Mane watt
Smoking strong, sip and toss

Mane Wattt, getting this money mane is all we do
Sipping the fiz, blowing some Kush
Are you retarded? Let them folders buzz
And the bitch? You sucking and we never trust
Mane Wattt bills are green up in the pies
Everything for the script ain't let nothing slide
Flexing plenty old schools plenty foreign rides
Nigga violate the money, it's a homicide

 

[fox69]

"Married To The Game"

"Married To The Game"


[Intro:]
You know, I'm really sick of this shit
Ever since I hooked up with you I've been on my business
I think we need to go and jump this bro, you know what I'm talkin bout?
To the green, you see it?

[Verse 1:]
I wake up every morning, thank God for the hustle
Like Barack and Michelle this a presidential hustle
Plus I'm married to the hustle, every day like 100 move
Counterfeit leach, strip club, call me tycoon
Love her like my kids, ain't a think come between us
She's the love of my life, without a dollar, perfect wife
Treat her good, she treat me good, celebrate every night
I keep her on my mind, on the hustle, on my grind
She a blow a nigga mind like a shot of pure caine
I done had plenty pussy but this bitch ain't the same
You go ran up in my spot, tryna one out with my chain
Hot sensation in yo head, that's a bullet in yo brain
I'd kill for this bitch

[Interlude:]
I'm just sayin I mean
Motherfucker fuck with you
Then that's fuckin with me
You know what I'm sayin?
So... I mean... this shit til death do us part
I mean real talk
I don't see no way out this shit
It's us

[Verse 2:]
It was love at first sight when my homie hooked us up
My girl stay in the street but she far from the slugs
She be cookin in the kitchen, you could smell her through the vent
Our love so unconditional she pay my mama rent
Lord knows that I love her, street blessing heaven sent
She'll crush when I broke you other hoes irrelevant
Everything a nigga got she broke her back to help me get
Let me see the bigger picture, fuck you niggas let's get riches
She got a diarrhea swag, baby keep me on my shit
Remedy and my medicine, what my pockets see
If you playin with my money then you playin with my bitch
I don't fight over hoes but I'd kill for this bitch

[Outro:]
You know, I'd fight a war
But the thing is, you know
If a nigga fuckin with you they fuckin with me
You know what I'm sayin?
I mean we won
I mean you the one got me on
A motherfuck put they hands on you
They fuck with us
I mean I'm really gone all the way up
I mean cause, I think we runnin round here fucked up
I mean you got my nigga ridin in motherfuckin Phantoms and shit
Lamborghinis and shit
Mercedes Benz
Fuck I look like going back to old school?
You know I'm talkin bout?

 

[fox69]

"Mask Up"

"Mask Up"


If a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
I been waiting for too long, I'm outta patience
Ain't no perm, but I bet I'll get some straightening
If they ain't got it, I'ma mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Cause if a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
I been waitin for too long, I'm outta patience
Mask up and take it

If a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
I been waitin for too long, I'm outta patience
Heard he been ballin so hard, and caught him flakin
Hit his ass wit that pistol, turn that boy into a patient
Totin' pistols daily, if they ain't got it; I'ma mask up
Jump out on your block in that motherfuckin Ram truck
Ask him where tha's at, his reply was no answer
Ask his ass again, his reply; Still no answer
Shoot him in his leg, then I told his ass to stand up
Brought me to the stash, bruh I heard you runnin bands up
And you got that gas too, let me get them grammed up
You don't get no damn love
You ain't from my damn hood

If a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
I been waiting for too long, I'm outta patience
Ain't no perm, but I bet I'll get some straightening
If they ain't got it, I'ma mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Cause if a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
I been waitin for too long, I'm outta patience
Mask up and take it

I get some straightening bout my muhfuckin money
Styrofoam full of surp, my shit runny
If you got it; I ain't got it, then I want it
Run up on your ass with that thang, come up off it
Take a nigga jewelry, then I beat it like an auction
Shoot his ass down with that fourty, so keep talking
Niggas be flexed up in my city, like they the only niggas strapped up with a weapon in my city
Not to mention niggas get set up from these fuckin bitches, you know these niggas snitches (Rats)
But you still gon fuck wit it?
That's like the blind lead the blind (For real)
You need to give me what you owe me though, before I'm kickin in yo door

If a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
I been waiting for too long, I'm outta patience
Ain't no perm, but I bet I'll get some straightening
If they ain't got it, I'ma mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Mask up and take it
Cause if a nigga owe me money, he gon' pay me
I been waitin for too long, I'm outta patience
Mask up and take it

 

[fox69]

"MF U Niggas"

"MF U Niggas"


I grew up on the [?] projects
Nigga throw your gangsign, nigga where ya mob at
Disrespect we gon' smash your face like a car wreck
Nigga learned violence and learned to compile a pyrex
As a school boy I was always skipping class
[?] smokin' out the glass
Name brand shoes and some pants on my ass
Had a good momma, that stayed on my ass
And I thank god for my family
Not too many presents under the tree, but we family
Poverty made us have unity
Lil cous used to hang with me and got shot down in the street
Niggas they have love for me couldn't tell
We pullem in the ground now none of you niggas where there
And I still I see you niggas
And it's still fuck you niggas
[Hook:]
I'm screaming motherfuck you niggas
I'm screaming motherfuck you niggas
The lord say forgive ya, but I ain't fucking witcha
I'm screaming motherfuck you niggas
It's still motherfuck you niggas
I keep my hand on the trigger, cause I ain't fucking witcha
In the club from highschools in my class
VIP, gold bottles bitches poppin' ass
Picture with an autograph
I ain't Andre 3000 but the bitch treated me like a outcast
But still took the picture and I signed the motherfucker
I'm a rich nigga not a better motherfucker
Now I'm riding foreign whips, domestic bitches wanna roll
Slammin' pussy holes like basketball
But I do not never trust you bitches
Keep my mind focused stay in on my riches
And my hand on the trigger
Cause it's still fuck you niggas
[Hook]
I used to hang with this nigga more than my blood brother
[?] like we had the same mother
Undercover this nigga worser than the devil
Prosecutor tried to bury me this nigga, he the shovel
Sittin' on a witness stand dawg, they don't understand
Tryna help these people take my license 'posed to be my man
Got out the cail and came up
Heard you and your mama moved
Cause you [?] bra
I would never lay a hand on you
You was my motherfucking nigga
You was my motherfucking nigga
I used to wanna kill ya, but nigga I forgive ya
You wasn't strong like me nigga
You wasn't built like me nigga
The lord say forgive ya, but I ain't fucking witcha
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mollies"

"Mollies"


[Intro:]
Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
Pop the mollies in them drinks
Watch em fizz on up
Watch em fizz on up

[Hook:]
Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
Pop the mollies in them drinks
Pop the mollies in them drinks
Pop the mollies in them drinks
Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up

[Verse 1:]
I just popped my third cancer and I booked my forth blunt
Another fill of Siroc, ratchet hoes what we want
Throw some moly in the drank, watch it fizz to the top
Freaky red in my passenger, she suckin non-stop
Drop the mollies in them dranks, we bout to get fucked up
Quarter pound of that strong, we gon keep rollin up
Trippy Cali swag, got them cookies baked up
I ain't thinkin bout no sleep, mollies make you wake up
She's so hot, she's so wet, mind soarin like a jet
I must get cause she take, let me love that I'm face
We ain't tryna come down, pop another get right
Getting rockstar high, we gon party all night

[Hook:]
Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
Pop the mollies in them drinks
Pop the mollies in them drinks
Pop the mollies in them drinks
Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up

[Verse 2:]
It's gon be a long night, hit er with some long pipe
She don't want no one for house, I fell molly all night
In the club poppin bollies, Rose mix with some mollies
Got a K Michelle ass and a face like Holly
They ain't lookin for the soap, they just lookin for the moly
Say she lookin for the strong but she really want the moly
Pop the mollies in her drink now this feel real holly
We go hard with the drugs, rest in peace Chris Farley
Pop the moly and her friend, drink now both bitches horny
Let em eat each other out, I'm just high off this money
Mollies fizzing in them drinks, watch em snort that Mitt Romney
Pop them mollies in the drinks, leavin they nose lil runny

[Hook:]
Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
Pop the mollies in them drinks and watch em fizz on up
Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up
Pop the mollies in them drinks
Pop the mollies in them drinks
Pop the mollies in them drinks
Pop the mollies in them drinks, we bout to get fucked up

 

[fox69]

"Money"
(feat. Juicy J)

"Money"
(feat. Juicy J)



[Project Pat:]
Money, this that shit these robbers out here blast for
Money, this that shit these bitches clapping ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
I'mma get me some, I'mma get me some
[x2]

Only thing I know is get money, I got to have that
Quick to put that chopper in your life, bitch where that bread at
I don't want to rob, but I promise you that I will though
Imma do whatever I got to to pay these bills ho
These niggas say I'm rapping, but I could be trapping
A round of applause the way these nines get to clapping
A lot of y'all broads pillow talking with these bros
And telling all your business, pussy nigga naw
I never tell my business to a ratchet ho
Oh nut gobbling slutty bitch, all she want is blow
And money's everything, got my ride sitting clean
Boy if you ain't seen a half a million you ain't seen shit

Money, this that shit these robbers out here blast for
Money, this that shit these bitches clapping ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
I'mma get me some, I'mma get me some
[x2]

[Juicy J:]
Who, walk in the bank!?
Who, open the safe!?
Who, I don't have account
Who, my shit in the safe!? Passcode, bombproof
Ebola-proof, New York Times want a photo shoot?
Double XL want to write reviews?
Sixty minutes, with Barbara Walters, fuck would I do? I did it
I had to get it, you won't see my goons, got a thousand midgets
With text on 'em, I send a text to 'em, to hide in your crib and send a text back
They put rattle snakes in your baby's crib, Bushwick Bill, the ugliest niggas
That kill, I'm laughing, I'm counting my money with cheers, burrr, you niggas is her's
Bitch made, C section with a switch blade, stupid
I go buy Rav', you talking sideways? I'm parking that bitch, in your baby driveway
How do I do it, that's how I stunt on a hater, fuck would I do else?
Fuck what I knew, fuck what I do, if I ain't doing Juicy J to the fullest?
That Juicy J carrying metric tons, since I was thirteen, watching Pat in the coke game
'Til I grew up shouting Three-Six (Mafia!), fifty-million dollars in the basement (Mafia!)
I buy your connect on an iMessage, bitch don't flood my emails
Juicy J, I never fly alone, my weed got frequent, flier mileage
(Money!)

 

[fox69]

"Motivated"
(feat. Will Wesson)

"Motivated"
(feat. Will Wesson)



[Intro - Project Pat]
Yeah man, this go out to all those who hated on the real
Ya know I'm sayin, I'ma put it to ya like this right here, man
The truth shall survive, ya know I'm sayin
It's like this right here, man
I mean, you hatin out here man
But'chu needa get up on ya somethin, ya know I'm sayin
I mean, ya know, good always overcomes evil, man you know
And to all real guys out here man, thats handlin ya business
All my brothers, brown, black, white, all accross America
All ya gotta do man, is just uhh, put God first, ya know I'm sayin
And you shall shine, ya know I'm sayin?
Aye man, word to the wise and to the lame
[Hook - Project Pat]
Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
[DJ Paul]
Hater, hate on, hate on
Hater, hate on, hate on
Hater, hate on, hate on
Hater, hate on, hate on
[Project Pat]
Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
[DJ Paul]
Hater, hate on, hate on
Hater, hate on, hate on
Hater, hate on, hate on
Hater, hate on, hate on
[Verse 1 - Project Pat]
Here I goes on my hustle playin
Niggas know that I stay
Down on this money man, this is do or die
Hater's mouths be runnin
But the bills still comin
Either you gon' lay it down
Or you get up on ya somethin
Bein broke is a joke
Very hazardous to health
I don't sell no dope
Playa, dope sell it's self
Gotta floss in my wealth
If ya got it, then show it
Twenty-thousand at the Lennox Mall, I'ma blow it
Petrone, I'ma pour it
Purp, I'ma roll it
Gun to ya head, squeeze triggas, brains blowin
Hood nigga from the North side, Memphis Tennessee
Tatted on my left arm, spelled like Hennessey
[Hook]
[Project Pat]
Yeah, this go out to all you niggas in the streets
Who don't know what'cha doin
[Verse 2 - Project Pat]
Fe-fi-fo-fum, you can feel the slugs
Of this Mossburg shotgun, chest full of blood
You can say that'cha life could end in a flash
Like the wind blows dead brown leaves to the grass
I ain't goin back to jail, when it's on then I shoot
Momma, get'cha black vest on and a body-suit
Meet him at the altar, don't forget'cha flower basket
Full of Holy water, dead in a casket
I'm a basket, of a case
Either them, either me
Dyin all that older
If you go, so it be
See these niggas, they be hatin when ya flossin
Got the bread, I'm just blessed out hurr
And I gotta stay
[Hook]
I'm motivated by the haters
I'm motivated by the haters
I'm motivated by the haters
I'm motivated by the haters
I'm motivated by the haters
I'm motivated by the haters