Project Pat

[fox69]

"Mouth Write A Check"
(feat. Frayser Boy)

"Mouth Write A Check"
(feat. Frayser Boy)



[Chorus 1X]
Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash
Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast
Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad
Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past

I know this nigga and he always be talking that bullshit
But little do he know he gon suffer a wig split
Like fucking with the realest the illest will fucking kill him
A straight up headbuster and also a real nigga
There's gon be consequences so niggas just run in here
I'm unloading the tone and popping an extra clip
A bitch nigga talking is something I can't stand
Or every last will pick up the mess that's gonna land
The I.V.'s in his arm the bullets up in his chest
His shop about to close he shoulda had on a vest
Don't fuck with me nigga that's something I have to stress
Keep talking shit boy your gonna end up with one less
I'm out the Bay nigga that's something you gonna respect
And stay out of my business before you feel the Tech
Don't give a shit bout you I treat you like my hoe
Gon wake up one night and I'm kicking up in your door hoe

[Chorus 2x]

When I buck em, touch em, fuck em, now you clutching laying down
Got you ducking muthafucker, turn that smile to a frown
I will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest
I'm guessing letting bullets wet ya
Shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe that's fasho
I'm most definitely bringing pain to you niggas
like some bitches when I step up in this thang
All you niggas do is gossip like some lil' hoes
You might as well go down to the Shake Junt and slide down poles
Now you running while I'm gunning
Stomping hoping to get close to some shelter
Better catch up with some polices, hope that they can help ya
Help to ? you just better get some younger quick and fast
I'm holding the match and your body's drenching down with gas
Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes
Blow yo ass off ??
Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport
Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report

[Chorus 2x]

[Project Pat]
Now fuck this goddamn talking
Make you bitches bring the pain
Catch yo hoe ass walking stick a tone to ya brain
You insane if ya think I'ma still let ya breathe
I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve
I'ma blast on ya hoe give a damn who was looking
Blow the top off your skull then your life has been tooken
You was cooking up a scheme tryna put me in the beam
But the jokes on you jack slapped his ass with the gat
Beat 'em down to the pavement squealing like a pig
My nigga I don't save 'em beat em like a bitch
Ain't nobody tryna help ya, what they finna do
Hollow lead's gonna melt up, you and your crew
Superman stick your chest out
And watch this 38 slug blow your back out
Bout to bust on you boys shoot you till you dead
I love playing with them toys pocket full of lead

 

[fox69]

"Nigga Got Popped"

"Nigga Got Popped"


[Chorus]
This nigga got popped, this nigga got drowned
This nigga got found on the other side of town
Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
This nigga got popped, this nigga got drowned
This nigga got found on the other side of town
Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head

[Verse 1]
It was New Year's Eve, I was kickin' it wit' Gangsta
Fred, outta North Memphis on another ca-per
Fresh like the D mayne look like we on ki's
Eyes like a Chinese, we was on some trees
P's and our Q's, what us true's, niggaz be's, on
Really from the hood, know a jackin' can happ-on
Ain't, no surprise when them pistols get to poppin' off
Ain't, no surprise when them choppers get to choppin' off
Could be alive once the drama get to hoppin' off
Whip ya up like cream then mayne, blow ya toppin' off
Made a left on Chelsea Ave, pulled in to Russell sto'
See my nigga Boo, conin', on his hustle flow

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
My nigga said, he got robbed, young skulls, pulled a jack
Say he had twelve rocks, and was low, on his cash
Had a case pendin', so that took, all his stash
Said he might, have to gon', pull, out the gun and mask
Ask "where I get the tools?" Eyes lookin' kinda shady
Smelled liquor on his breath, then he upped, a .380
Tone to my dome, life flashin', 'cross my eyeballs
Grabbed for the gun, right before he let a round off
Fred dropped the beer, of the nine comin' out the sto'
Shot him in the side, then the fool let the pistol go
Leakin' like a faucet he done ran off in the night
For this nigga's death, I was fiendin' like a hype

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
It's been seven days, we done caught up wit' the punk
In the very same spot, duct taped him in the trunk
In a Grand Marquis, stolen, rental car
Headed 55-South, then we exit on lamar
Sucker tried to resist, wanna squash it, nigga please
Me and Fred threw him in the trunk, bullets in his knees
I could squeeze, mercy in, but it's, principalities
Maybe mama can forgive but you did this to me
Mayne these streets, it can get, real wicked in the south
Nigga tried to take me out, now my .40's in his mouth
Blew the back, out his skull, where it dropped, where he lay
South memphis police found his body very next day

 

[fox69]

"Niggas Bleed Like I Bleed"

"Niggas Bleed Like I Bleed"


[Intro:]
This yo course niggas
Say none of that sucka duck ass shit
Nigga it's that real street music
Project Pat
Hear you guys scream, HAM in the streets

[Verse 1:]
I knew this dude named Ricky, real slicky, only tryina get
Over on his plug for some bricks
I just keep my hands dirty in the middle
Make a quick glass buckle come up
And Slick keep his mouth shut
Plug weed fore I make the deal
Whipin all the shells off, somebody might get killed
In the field that I'm in, this the streets, we don't play fair
Kidnap more for SR, call it barnfare
Take the stairs in the back of motel 6
He in 1-3-11, boss set him up wait
Real killa, bet he thought was coke deala
But he dead wrong,
Pull them burners out that suitcase, we're them Ricks Jones

[Hook:]
You niggas bleed like I bleed
Picture me being scared
Of a nigga who breathe the same air as me
You niggas bleed like I bleed
Picture me being shook,
When you niggas I really whacks and nigga I'm a crook
You niggas bleed like I bleed
Picture my kids crying,
Stomach touching they backs
For the bread somebody's dying
You niggas bleed like I bleed
And if it's real beef,
You can cut all that talkin now,
Let's meet up in the streets

[Verse 2:]
He pulled a burner, had to burn him, that'll learn him
Bullets hit him in his shoulder and his chest through his sternum
It was curtains for a nigga
If I'm go, that's a 100 years
My life in the judge's hands or I'm judged by my peers
Oh no, chucka ball 'cause she can't identify, blew my hyne
When I saw how high brains really fly
From the force of the magnum,
Had to wrap them bodies up in garbage bags
Then I had to drag them
Bricks in the duffle bag worth over 80 grand
Called my nigga Rick and told him I ain't even show it man
Man I couldn't even do it man
You know what I'm sayin?
Aye man you know some will get us up messed
Too hot out here and I'm on parole
Just keep me bashin and get this message homey

[Hook:]
You niggas bleed like I bleed
Picture me being scared
Of a nigga who breathe the same air as me
You niggas bleed like I bleed
Picture me being shook,
When you niggas I really whacks and nigga I'm a crook
You niggas bleed like I bleed
Picture my kids crying,
Stomach touching they backs
For the bread somebody's dying
You niggas bleed like I bleed
And if it's real beef,
You can cut all that talkin now,
Let's meet up in the streets

 

[fox69]

"Niggas Got Me Fucked Up"

"Niggas Got Me Fucked Up"


[Chorus-16x]
These niggas got me fucked up

[1st verse]
These niggas got me fucked up
I'm down for my crown mane
If I go out
I go out on yo' ass mane
Lame ass niggas starting shit like some bastards
When I catch ya mark ass slippin'
I'm a blast ya
Half of ya fools get high before a drive-by
I don't need a joint to let me know that a hoe can die
Through the eye blast of the elevated scope a
Pull the trigger back
Watch the bullets smack his throata
Nigga starting shit is a nigga whose a coward
Only starting shit cause he think he got some power
Shower yo' ass wit' a full clip of hollow points
When I start to blast bitch
I bet yo' ass will get the point
Point me tone right dead at ya dome fool
Damn he from the hood
Fuck that ain't nobody cool
Foolish ass,jealous ass niggas know they ain't down
You done met yo' match boy and
The Patsta gonna clown

[Chorus-8x]

[2nd verse]
Now everybody wanna play the hard role
Talkin' bout a bitch,their money and a bank roll
I know
That if a fool steps to Patsta I'll serve ya
I'll be downtown for yo' goddamn murder
Jerk a nigga by his collar
Pistol to his head
When I pull the trigger
Bet a dollar that tricks dead
Dead on arrival wit' his weak boy at the club
Trying to fuck wit' Pat
In his back head caught a slug
.38 Caliber however at close range
Is very,very fatal mane to nigga's brain
Train everyday I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
When you come up missing motherfucker I done told ya
Hold ya nuts up
Got and get ya pop gun
You must be a fool if you think this nigga's gonna run
From yo' ass I'm a pull a jack move
Niggas should've known dog
Project Pat don't give a fuck

[Chorus-1x]

 

[fox69]

"No Mirage"

"No Mirage"


See I don't fuck wit 'em, with them fuck niggas
Might just cut the beak off of a duck nigga
Heard he was talkin down, well wassup wit'cha?
Man he gone off that brown, must be tough liquor
Now I done popped me a molly, now I'm life of the party
Niggas hate from a distance, but in my face they be silent
Keep that shit to a minimum, don't want to catch me a body
Keep a blunt on my lips, keep my fire right beside me
My clique rollin behind me, never thinkin bout switchin
A whole clique of young niggas, they'll send them killas to get'cha
In my hood like a transmission, don't think that I'm slippin
Keep some throw-away pistols, them trigger fingers be itchin
You's a fuck boy, and I don't fuck wit'cha
Talkin fuck shit, you better duck bitch
I'm talkin trigger fingers, my whole squad itchin
You see a real nigga, ain't no mirage bitch
You's a fuck boy, and I don't fuck wit'cha
Talkin fuck shit, you better duck bitch
I'm talkin trigger fingers, my whole squad itchin
You see a real nigga, ain't no mirage bitch
See I'm a real dude, and I don't fuck wit'chu bitch niggas
Run they mouth just like some hoes, must be the bitch in 'em
Bitch niggas be the main ones turn to snitch niggas
Switch up on ya like some muhfucka with some switch in 'em
But it don't matter, I just stick to the script
Keep it G with my dogs, keep that fire on my hip
Fuck niggas, be ready to catch a real nigga slip
Keep my Gucci shoes laced, you'll catch a whole clip
Put some racks on his head to make a fuck nigga dip
I'll take my tax off that bread and blow it all in a fit
Your bitch done opened them legs but all I want is her lips
And all I do is get money to make a fuck nigga sick
You's a fuck boy, and I don't fuck wit'cha
Talkin fuck shit, you better duck bitch
I'm talkin trigger fingers, my whole squad itchin
You see a real nigga, ain't no mirage bitch
You's a fuck boy, and I don't fuck wit'cha
Talkin fuck shit, you better duck bitch
I'm talkin trigger fingers, my whole squad itchin
You see a real nigga, ain't no mirage bitch

 

[fox69]

"North Memphis"

"North Memphis"


Yeah,it's on for the 1-9-9-9
Project Pat in this hoe
Putting this ghetto bump in ya speaker
Hypnotize done made it
You know the business hoe
Breaking down some reefa
Rolling up a sweeta
Riding through the streeta
Cheifing like heata
Reefa got me nizzoid
All because them blue boys
Searching by the nickel
Breath smell liqour
Mane it's Project Pata
Playa from the sizouth
Always pack the gata
Gold teeth in my mizouth
Hustle for the cheatah
Trying to make it betta
You respect the man
Or youse gets a bloody sweata
Down wit' Paul and Juicy
Hypnotize the label
Hoe got get off my nutsack
And let go my ankle
Chopping up keya
Riding on twentyas
Don't you wanna be a
Playa just like me a
Hanging out wit' killas
Creeping on a come up
Like the ones before me
Dog I'm trying to blow up
I don't give a fizuck
Mane I want that cizap
From yo' baby mama
North Memphis on the mizap
[Chorus-All]
North Memphis,North Memphis...
Where dem killas hang
North Memphis,North Memphis...
Where they workin'-[repeat til' fade]

 

[fox69]

"North North"

"North North"


Yeah nigga. It's official. North North. It's on nigga.

[Chorus: repeat 4X]

Crackin' niggas jaws
Running hoes into walls
Niggas yelling "North North!"
Hoes screaming "North North!"

[Project Pat]
On the north side of town (North North!)
Lurk the killers and the thugs (North North!)
Those who never show no pity (North North!)
Come up short, feel the slugs (North North!)
Upper tone to ya dome (North North!)
When it's over then that's it (North North!)
Ain't gonna' be no comin' back (North North!)
You's a victim of this shit (North North!)
Heard the clique (North North!)
Then the gun blast (North North!)
Then yo' body fall (North North!)
In a hood (North North!)
Where this gang shit wrote all on the wall (North North!)
You can call who you want (North North!)
But the police ain't gonna' come (North North!)
Till the killers leave the scene (North North!)
And the shit's already done (North North!)
Any one of you lames dumping stolars to yo' for (North North!)
If it's anna on yo' chest, I'm gonna bring it to yo' do' (North North!)
Heidy ho, like I'm silver (North North!)
Like I'm Lone Ranger (North North!)
Hollows in the chamber (North North!)
Now yo' life's in danger (North North!)
Project not a stranger (North North!)
To dra-ma-ci-dal life (North North!)
Get yo' ass blowed (North North!)
Off in front-of-kids-and-wife (North North!)
Nigga what's beef (North North!)
You can see me in the street (North North!)
I'm gonna show you what's real (North North!)
When the glock's in yo' grill (North North!)

[Chorus]

[Project Pat]
You can die out here (North North!)
Motherfucker don't pay (North North!)
With the don't play (North North!)
Let the AK forty spray (North North!)
Dead body lay (North North!)
Who's to say (North North!)
Who's gonna get brains (North North!)
Blowed out (North North!)
In front of hoes (North North!)
You weak niggas (North North!)
Love to show out (North North!)
Bouts to slice up the blunt (North North!)
With the razor (North North!)
Fill it with 'dro and get blowed (North North!)
Somethin' major (North North!)
Page my dawgs who stay strapped (North North!)
With them youngsters (North North!)
Or bust on them rollers chief 187 soldiers (North North!)
Mass outta town (North North!)
We slang crack (North North!)
Till we flippin ki's glock to back (North North!)
Cause for a mill (North North!)
We some dinner thieves (North North!)
Be's the player who runs game (North North!)
Kind of chickery candy paint and chrome twanks (North North!)
When I pickery (North North!)
Hickory dickory (North North!)
Gimme some (North North!)
Oh, you slobbering? (North North!)
That's how you niggas be gettin' caught (North North!)
In a robbery (North North!)
Possibly niggas squeeze on the trigger (North North!)
Then you peel away (North North!)
North Memphis (North North!)
This type of shit happen everyday (North North!)

[Chorus]

["North North" till end with Juicy J ad libs]

 

[fox69]

"North, North Pt. 2"
(feat. Juicy "J")

"North, North Pt. 2"
(feat. Juicy "J")



[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my nigg
It's on, fool

[Hook 2x]
North, raise your thumbs up nigga

[Juicy J]
North, north in this thang
And you know we running thangs
Everybody raise your thumbs
Everybody show your gangs
March in a circle man
Muscle up until you strain
Project Pat and Juicy J them niggas
With them gold fangs
Yes we keep the lightest dope
Yeah we has the freakest hoes
Then we ride to Evergreen
On the block is where we post
Policeman can't stop this
I think they ought to stop it
I'm talking in that ghetto English
Saying fucking bastards
Gangsta, niggas walk up in the club
High as hell, because we full of drugs
What gang you claim, the way they wear them hats
Don't get too close, be careful we be strapped
We put it on the map
We keep out cheese in flaps
And if you see me in the hood
You better give me dap
I'm known as a veteran
My picture should be stamped
From Smoky City to Hollywood, they wild over there, yeah

[Hook (2x)]

[Project Pat]
If you ain't from my hood
You can get the hell from 'round here
Cause me gon' smoke hydro
And we gon' drank beer
It ain't no mu'fuckin secret
Cause we some thugs
It ain't hard for you to peep it
We sellin drugs
So don't you cowards step wrong
Smith and Wess-on
These automatics have ya ass singing a different song
A mega blast from these rocks get the track jumpin
A North Memphis nigga sell dope or taking something
Your car bumpin', riding clean and you seeming bold
And now you wonder why we kicking in your back door
This ain't no suburb, my nigg this the ghetto
And you gon' come through flossin like a pretty ho
A no no, for you off turn-em-on niggas
Show some love or you will meet then chrome triggers
We smoking buds, sippin sizerp and poppin pills
Gimme some work, come on through
We got the best deals

[Hook (2x)]

[Juicy J]
I done lived in the North, 'round the way
I done planted playa seeds in the motherfucking bay
Hypnotize is the label that you don't wanna hate
I done seen niggas make it
I done seen niggas break
Brothers on the same block till his hair turn gray
Stilll all about a hustle, punch a clock, no way
The police hit the block, swallow rocks, throw the hay
Back in the same spot, the next fuckin' day
Project Pat, what's up

[Project Pat]
Jimmy, Jimmy coco puff
You know how we roll
Niggas is gone get shot up
Trippin with this North
Ride up beside ya, dawg
Pullin up them Yorks
Squeeze on them triggers
Empty clips and reload
If'n you got beef, my nigga
You better bring it
The hood buck is here
The police couldn't tame it
Inhalin' potent trees
Something you can't hang with
Hydro wit' red hairs
Something I can slang wit'

[Hook (8x)]

 

[fox69]

"O's"
(feat. Young Dolph)

"O's"
(feat. Young Dolph)



[Project Pat:]
I came up off them O-o-o-o's
Hustlin' grams and them O-o-o-o's
Break them thangs down to O-o-o-o's
Servin' nuthin but them O-o-o-o's
I came up off them O-o-o-o's
Hustlin' grams and them O-o-o-o's
Break them thangs down to O-o-o-o's
Servin' nuthin but them O-o-o-o's
I came up off them O's

Break a whole thang down to O-o's
Pull up on you, serve yo' ass on the low-low
Too many hustle, too much money for me to go broke
Put on that mask, and put them 40's to your thro-oat
Came up in the struggle, some niggas rob, some niggas hustle
Dope don't always sell itself, use your brain, that's your muscle
Stay about paper, fuck the rest
Get your cheese, fuck the stress
Fuck what you goin' through, if you got money you gon' pass the test
The gas straight from Northern Cali
Came up servin' beans in the alley
Pull up, foreign whips at the palace
Dirk Nowitzki plays plug from Dallas

I came up off them O-o-o-o's
Hustlin' grams and them O-o-o-o's
Break them thangs down to O-o-o-o's
Servin' nuthin but them O-o-o-o's
I came up off them O-o-o-o's
Hustlin' grams and them O-o-o-o's
Break them thangs down to O-o-o-o's
Servin' nuthin but them O-o-o-o's
I came up off them O's

[Young Dolph:]
I came up off them O's
Good weed, that's all I smoke
Hit it twice, you gonna choke
Stuff it down your bitch throat until that bitch choke
I ain't never had shit, had to learn how to hustle
Went and got a plug and took all of them nigga customers
I got strong, I got the best
Fuck all the rest and I trap with that TEC
Took all the customers, ran up a check
My shit the strongest, no flex
Sold your bitch half an ounce, got some head but no sex
Gold Rollie, Gold Cubans, they ask me how I do it
Nigga you must be stupid!

[Project Pat:]
I came up off them O-o-o-o's
Hustlin' grams and them O-o-o-o's
Break them thangs down to O-o-o-o's
Servin' nuthin but them O-o-o-o's
I came up off them O-o-o-o's
Hustlin' grams and them O-o-o-o's
Break them thangs down to O-o-o-o's
Servin' nuthin but them O-o-o-o's
I came up off them O's

 

[fox69]

"On Nigga"

"On Nigga"


[Verse One]
As a youngsta guns-ah
what I specalize in
me and my dawgs selling dope on a rising
rising to gives we together in this hood life
struggling together straight praying for the good life
yo life means more to me then my own do
when you had some beef I went and shot on that whole crew
I do what I gotta do cuz I'm yo right hand
You's a-lot older then me I'm yo little man
Mane time fly's now we old to older
You done came up flippin pebbles to bolders
told ya that I'm down with you until the graveyard
me and you got caught with some work in the same car
you were facing more time then me if behind bars
I was seventeen and a half so I took the charge
you got larger heard now you own a crack house
I did two years and they let a nigga back out
[Chorus (2x)]
Since you's a on nigga on nigga fuck which ya boy
knowing good and well I grew up which ya boy
you's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge
you gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge
[Verse Two]
Back out on the town and you riding in the jag clean
hit me with a pound then bought me a chevy thang
I could of saved in flew like the canary
you know I got heart and I know you very scary
carrying alot of weight put in plenty work
always was down for ya dawg did plenty dirt
looking like a jerk and ya living like a kingpin
that ain't showing love
I'm about to stick this tone inside ya fucking face
blow ya brains to the other side
38 dumb dumbs cut like a butter knife
but inside the walls you be soaking up game quick
fuck that gurellia shit trick I done got slick
remember ya kept ya dope backyard dawg house
over there hold gun lap
North Memphis momma house
looking for the cross that will come up from behind ya
muthafuck the laws cuz I'm taking what's mine-ah
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse Three]
Mom's went to church so I'm jumping over gate fast
You mane was outta town handling buisness
blew both rockwilders out they misery
you got it fist in good so they coulden't see
yea it's kind of obvious what I came for
herion and that white-dust ain't no shame boy
a real robber robs a trick and don't say a word
got'em for a pound of herion and bout eight birds
mouth slurred cuz a nigga blowing on some good shit
celebrating cuz a playa done made a phat lick
any trick do this to me hollow points fly
dead in the face right between muthafuckas eye
I be's the nigga busting if we in a brawl
I'm my niggas back up so who we call
me damn fool cuz he knowing that I buck'em
I can play it off cool but mane fuck'em
[Chorus (2x)]