Project Pat

[fox69]

"Shut Ya Mouth, Bitch"
(feat. H.C.P)

"Shut Ya Mouth, Bitch"
(feat. H.C.P)



Shut ya mouth shut ya mouth shut shut ya mouth bitch [8x]
shut ya mouth [repeated til fade]

[Chorus]
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch shut ya mouth bitch
cuz you know it's going down in the south bitch

[Project Pat]
Nigga down here on and you suckas mane
but don't get crazy cuz you knows we keep the auto-mag
you pushing daisy's never the false shit I spit the facts
cuz dogg I'm knowing I pull on ya bitch I'm riding phat
that hoe is going we the trillest of the trilly trill
you suckas muggin staying down about a milly mil
this ghetto thuggin got me paid
cowards running lipers
they say I'm flossin hoe my name tasting like some shiter
went in your jaw and throw these bullets straight at'cha grill
commits to walking from the scenary I keeps it real
I do no talking just stupitity I let ya squeal
you get the squaking up in yo yard with the wood dogg
38 barking see yo tounges and the root of evil
thats in the bible dig and dirt there should be no sequel
thats to your title rumors leakin out like a faucet
stank like a burger with some onions or some hot gossip for that i murda

[Chorus (4x)]

[DJ Paul]
See I'm the king of the M slash C.E.O of Memphis
riding hundred thousand dollar cars and feeling so damn pimpish
I'm the reason why you boys went back to your old style
I'ma hit you were it hurt cuz Dj Paul so damn wild
I know a bullshit nigga that should of been born dead
fake as a superman movie I put some led in his head
bogus as counterfit money my police nigga did hunta
dropping dimes is his hobby now I want his ho I hit

[Juicy J]
I used to ride with the illest straight killa niggas D-boys
rape his fellas but I seen the bigga picture
like if ya on ya last bag sprinkle little bit of weed
in a blunt cuz a nigga had to stretch the figgas money
don't grow on trees so we had to stack the cheese
niggas out here phonie have ya spooked to slang the keys
mane I'm like a diner thief asking niggas pass the piece
cowards out here hating on me
check the hook this ain't a please faggot

[Chorus (4x)]

[Crunchy Blac]
What's the buisness what's the buisness
when ya see C.B it big buisness
I don't wanna here no muthafuckin shiznet
just get over there and get the shit bitch
niggas clapping and clapping
niggas jamming you up
I'ma let off some shots and scream in gats we trust
ain't no fucking with me ain't no fucking with us
and if ya fucking with us we put ya body in dust

[Frayser Boy]
I got my glock in my hand I got my hand on my glock
so if a nigga get wrong mane then a nigga get popped
cuz mane I bet you gone drop
dogg when I close down your shop
so when you out in the public best hang around you a cop
so you can have you some protection
cuz mane the shit get so hectic
and when I come in yo present nigga you better respect it
Frayser Boy I unload on one of you bitches though
no understanding when you try to play me like a little hoe fasho

[Chorus (4x)]

 

[fox69]

"Ski Mask"
(feat. Crunchy Black)

"Ski Mask"
(feat. Crunchy Black)



[Hookrpt.2x)]
Ski Ski mask over my skull
papers in my mouth cause i'm real
bitch it's a house call
glock nine wit no love
killaz from the south gotta bill
caps that make the shells fall

[Verse 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 you need a candle can yo
ass pay off what chu was runnin
wanna sell weed but chu stay gettin blunted
cross head cutters from the hood
now you dont want it
just like a man to the deer
you the hunted
when they catch you
you prepare for the slaughta
don't be surprised you done stepped in they're quater
kick in your door, put the gun to your daughta
bizness is shit like seal but it poppa
reachin for your shit
all you had was a glocka
mad madness on yea dogg, mufuckin choppa
ski mask on they're face wit uh banana
ready man to take care of all this damn, anda

[Hookrpt.2x)]

[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
Nigga fuck them niggas
I aint payin'em shit
if them niggas wanna come and get me, then come and get me
don't be actin like no bitch and sendin words from niggas
nigga straight up come down here and get me nigga
Imma stick anda move
Imma do what I do
thats my job damn fool
nigga robbin you
evrybody know the game so the game is cool
evrybody know C.B cause C.B act a fool
nigga talk alot of shit
but they don't wanna die
niggas talk alot of shit but watch they bitch act a tried
nigga bitch is a bitch and a ho is a ho
and when you see me comin
then I'm kickin in dow's
layin bitches on the flo
they know what I came fo
all I came fo is money
not cha fuck ass ho's
bitch chu betta know the game cause the game is sold
in and out
in and out
your fuckin dow's

[Hookrpt.2x)]

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
[on phone] If you knowin I got rep to protect in this shit
cliental I done delt
those who crossed in a ditch
where they lay
bullets spray
when I kill I'm the word
get a piece of the pie
off a crum or a bird
I done payed off my dews
I done been in his shoes
that was me put them dead bodies on the damn news
I got eyes watchin you
and your fam-i-ly too
I got ears in the street
and you know how I do
taken me for a fool
I'm the nigga that chu came
holla'in at for some work
now you take it as a game
I'm the main nigga here
they don't wanna fuck up
all this bullshit I hear, playa you den fucked up
you be dead before you know
body neva be found
boy you betta get my dough
for I put chu in the ground.
Oh he hung the phone up
he done blew my damn high
callin real playas up
cause this boy gotta die

[Hookrpt.2x)]

 

[fox69]

"Slangin' Butta"

"Slangin' Butta"


Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
To your auntie, to your cousin, to your mother
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
To your daddy, lil' sister, and your brother
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
If I don't get caught, I'm a rich motherfucka
Out here slangin' in the trap, all these junkies want is butta
Selling to the old niggas, young niggas and their mothers
That girl make your heart flutter, but this bowl gon' make you stutter
Oh damn, drippin' like a ship with a steady rudder, dead butta
Got her bangin' on my window bangin' on my door
You ain't gotta know us so junkies find you for that dough
My Russian bitch'll squirt and try to rhyme she don't bust
Mixing Caribbean butter up fuck some brick dust
Selling [?] oh they call the brick a butta
You eat [?] to the fans so don't be a rich motherfucker
This money bringin' power take no shit, I'm no sucker
On this AK like some KK smoke yo ass motherfucker
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
To your auntie, to your cousin, to your mother
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
To your daddy, lil' sister, and your brother
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
If I don't get caught, I'm a rich motherfucka
Slangin' butter, slangin' butter dog night and day
Cut two ounce for my nigga on South Park way
It was a setup, better get read up cause the plug gon be pissed
Niggas mommas niggas grannies man they gon be missed
This full of money counting all of these 20, junkies sick
Nigga tried to take, shut him in his talker
Down in Memphis we was hustlin pills, peanut butter in them seals
If your partner Harry in this shit that nigga don't squeal
For real
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
To your auntie, to your cousin, to your mother
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
To your daddy, lil' sister, and your brother
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
Slangin' butta, slangin' butta, slangin' butta
If I don't get caught, I'm a rich motherfucka

 

[fox69]

"Slangin' Rocks"
(feat. Gangsta Boo)

"Slangin' Rocks"
(feat. Gangsta Boo)



[Chorus:]
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
[Repeat 2x]
[Project Pat:]
Day and night, night and day
Nigga gotta get some pay
Standing out, with my rocks, and my glock
Chiefin Hay
Anyway that I can
My nigga you understand?
Gotta bring twenty strong
Before I can serve your jaws
Double up, man what's up?
Got the pot, rock it up
Mixed it in some B-12's
Now my shit done blown up!
Shake the ball, round the chop
Til the ball get real hard
Cut me down some twenties
Then I'm standin out in the yard
Junkies coming back and forth
One tried to run off with dope
Caught him round the corner
And I shot the maggot in the throat
Don't be playin with my cheese
All I get is 2-0-Z's
One day I'm gone be the fucking man
Out here slangin keys
Until then, I'm the nigga runnin from the undercover
Narcotic boys jumpin fences tryna catch a brother
Happy things is all I hear
But I'm stayin bout my hog
One day I'll be pushin Lex
But today it's Cutlass dog!
[Repeat Chorus 2x]
[Gangsta Boo:]
Slangin rocks all good with me
Downest bitch that would be me
I be on your side like hip-bone
And nigga you will see
That your misses-lady, your baby
Will cover up what you didn't
You saw that dope that I stuffed in my pussy
I ain't bullshittin!
So send me out on a mission
We can take they position
We got that china, canary-yellow
We on all you bitches
So come on down
You're the next contestant on my dope list
I'm tryna put some shoes on Rover that i rode in this bitch
And we bout our paper, we shuttin your block down
We takin full charge
Can't nothin be done, til Project Pat said, "Yo, fuck all of y'all"
I'm from the south
So what you mean, you ain't heard about?
All them birds that's flyin south
That's flyin straight into your mama's house
Don't be sayin you got the clout
Cause we all know who really runnin thangs
All you bustas must behave
Cause since we came, it ain't gone be the same
I hope you are feeling that
I'm lovin it
If you liking it
If you wanna get caught up in the realest shit
I'm the one who your ass need to deal wit-WOOHHH!
[Repeat chorus to end]

 

[fox69]

"Smoke & Get High"
(feat. Crunchy Black)

"Smoke & Get High"
(feat. Crunchy Black)



[Chorus x2]
We gon' drank we gon' ride
We gon' smoke and get high
Smoke and get high smoke and get high
[Project Pat]
Hypnotize camp got a answer for you hoes
Inhale tha weed blow tha smoke out ya nose
Crack open bottles of dat liquor pour it in
Gon' take a swallow of dat Vodka and Gin
Hoes makin cheese off of tricks who'll spend
Up all they money how you gotta check 'em in
Game recognize eyes lit like a match
Blaze up this fire paranoid like on crack
Ridin wit my dogs dodgin laws when we roll
Through tha Dixie Homes me and Toby on a stroll
See a short skirt and we lookin for a hoe
One that'll suck dick one that'll go
Coward ass niggas get wrong and we blast
Neva knowin who always wear a mask
Talkin that smack then reach in tha stash
Dumpin them slugs then mash on tha gas
[Chorus x2]
[Crunchy Black]
All I do is smoke on bud
Break the Swisher down nigga fill it up wit drugs
Ridin through yo neighborhood wit my cuz
Lookin 4 us a freaky little slut
Found us a slut so we pick tha bitch up
Smokin on dat 'dro nigga pourin in her cup
Dis bitch right here know she gotta fuck
Fuck me mane and she suckin on my cuz
Fill her up wit X mane we don't give a fuck
Get this little freaky bitch for some drugs
Do her ass in mane smokin on dat 'dro
Breakin down tha weed mane smokin up some mo'
Broke out tha powder on this freaky hoe
Let me see how far will this hoe go
Stick dick down all in her bootyhole
Mane this a freaky ass fuckin hoe
[Chorus x2]
[Project Pat]
This is a weed session
you need to take out tha seeds yes sir
Tha kinda dope that we like to smoke
Tha red hairs get ya high you choke
We gon break down in bags sack up
We chain smokers takin drags no slack up
Then take shots of dat liquor intox-o
Cated mane hand on trigga let it blow
I go insane if'n I don't get 'dro
Dog I ain't payin for no bab a hell no
I'm low on ends so I turn into leech
I might go smoke all yo shit then hit streets
You look around and you could be victim
Hey you got five on a bag done tricked him
He thinkin Project was cool you damn fool
Mane I got Memphis in my blood I cross too
[Chorus x4]

 

[fox69]

"Smokin' My Lungs Out"

"Smokin' My Lungs Out"


[Hook:]
Smoking my lungs out
I'm just smoking my lungs out [x3]
I just stay high (high) [x8]
Crumble down the kush, lets roll it up
Put the weed to the flame, lets fire it up
Don't put leaving none of these bitches, they lired up
All these niggas are Cali dog, they wired up
My pockets like Nappy Pur, its their naughty up
Unknown car come around my hood, like a junkie arm shotty up
Fuck these sluts, stack your bucks
I like ice, I like cream
Fallowing rides and bad bitches, popping pills and sipping lean
And we gon' smoke that peace pipe like King Mo Sabe
A nigga mask stay blowed 12 gauge shotty
I'm staying lit like a light bulb call me Edison
The weed mane like the doctor I need my medicine
[Hook]
Studio session California weed blessing
Me and Lil Awree blowing gas and lit Ferrari
Some Khalifa Kush some of that OG mash
Keep our weed in jars, smoking bout a glass
Take a pool of some of this good
Riding foreign in the hood
My nigga just murked his bitch for riding foreign wood
Say it ain't so but my nigga that's how it goes
This loud got me turnt up like I'm on some blow
Ice on wrist got a gliss like I hustle snow
Start smoking now you ain't shit you lost your dough
Inhaling marijuana leaves like a vacuum cleaner
I love the sour lemon, I call it mustard green
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Smokin' Out"
(feat. Lord Infamous)

"Smokin' Out"
(feat. Lord Infamous)



[Chorus]
Smokin out like Chief Wahoo hoo
Chase it down with the liquor and brew brew
Pass it round that's the way we do do
Somebody get this dope cause I'm through through

[Project Pat]
Roll up a blunt like light up the green
Eyes red as fire I'm on promethazyne
Roll up another one dipped in the sizzer
Save it for later mane cause it wouldnt hizzer
Soon as the thund-ah enters my lungs-ah
I start gettin hungry wheres that balogna
Crackers and cheese zuzus and whams
Icy white honey bun ooohh there I am
Go an light another one constantly smokin'
Turn up a 45 drankin and chokin
Start smokin weed real young with my peers
So full of dope smoke comin out my ears
Burnt fingernails aint made no sales
Ya'll might be short an ounce or two on them scales
To hell with that fool go an take a pull
We cheefin all night and we stay gettin food

[Chorus x2]

[Lord Infamous]
You ask if Lord were a drug a drug
Ay what drug would Lord be he be
Yo Lord would be a pound of weed
But no stems no sticks no seeds
It's just because I believe-ah
In cannabis se-teev-ah
M-I-L-U-N-G-S I keep the sticky green-ah
Puffahontis puff a peace pipe ridin on my peet-ah
Whats my favorite flower its that marijuna leaf-ah
I keep-ah O the F to O the R to D
I be on the B-L the U-N-T
I brew a cup of shrooms and break down the B-A-G ah
Purple kush pretty bush Cheech n Chong in me-ah
I'm the Scarecrow me in the Ville protecting acres
Smokin tough to bong a swisher leaf just simply papers

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"So High"
(feat. Lord Infamous)

"So High"
(feat. Lord Infamous)



[Chorus x4]
So High, The time is
So High, So High, So High
So High, The time is
H-A-Y slice the blunt, high grade shit (the time is)

[Project Pat]
you know I get high like Jamaican
light'cha blunts up, shot guns im takin
to the head dawg, break down the hydro
or some regular, it get'cha high tho
some of yall like to smoke the bad bitch
get the light green, but we like cabbage
get the razor slice down the optic-mo
my nigga, we bousta party
smokin weed to us is a hobby, eyes like chinese
smoke in my body, once im high mane
don't try to blow it, aint no passin
I must enjoy it, me and my dawgs gangsta and heavy
C and toby ride in that chevy, wit the tv's we we got
plenty
Dope ta smoke on, flashin on twen-ties

[chorus]

[Lord Infamous]
I love dope, dope loves me
Im high til I D-I-E
With a big bag of bud, and a bag of tooty too
I know that you get high too
As I cheaf, upon the leaf, of swisher sweet
The D the da da O the P the E
The C the da da O the K the E
I need the B da U the da da D
Uh, scarecrows a cloud of smoke, Always on the thunder
Puffin on that purple kush white widow marijuana
I stay fucked up, on a daily basis
Maybe the reason I got all these cases
Extacy orange juice make me me so horny
Super pimp coked out coked out til the morning
Hydro coats on sniff snoff as I sniff sniff
Come let Lord Infamous take a wiff

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Stay Down"
(feat. Young Dolph)

"Stay Down"
(feat. Young Dolph)



[Young Dolph:]
Never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga or a bitch
Never gave a fuck about nothin' but gettin' rich
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down
You lovin' these bitches, I just love my gwala
You lovin' these bitches, I just love my gwala
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down

[Project Pat:]
I sit down on my money bank
Being broke ain't funny, man
Sucker chasin' bitches not the bread you's a dummy man
Chopper to the stomach, man
That sack you can run it, man
Hustlin' in the rain, so my days will be sunny, man
Money train, we hit the lotto
Dolph got me on that Gelato
Sippin' lean, [?] so a lame gon' get shot in the face
All my homies on them apes
Hustle cookies, rob for cakes
Draco is the lawnmower, that's gon' weed out you snakes
Might just have to beat the brakes
Shoot some shit up, show my ass
Put that tone in my hand with the mesh, you know my past
Bitch ass niggas don't get no pass
Bitches eatin' up dick for cash
I wanna control her mind, you wanna control her ass

[Young Dolph:]
Never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga or a bitch
Never gave a fuck about nothin' but gettin' rich
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down
You lovin' these bitches, I just love my gwala
You lovin' these bitches, I just love my gwala
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down

Never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga or a bitch
Never gave a fuck about nothin' but gettin' rich
Never will I cross my dawg out for a dollar
Jumped out the Chevelle and hopped in the drop-top Impala
Put that pistol in his face, let's see how loud how he holla
You lovin' these bitches, I just love my gwala
My finger, wrist and neck iced out, drippin' water
She looked at my pinky ring, then told me she like to swallow
Everybody sell dope and keep a gun where I'm from
I'm drankin' on Hi-Tech and my lil' she drinkin' rum
Crack a seal of Hi-Tech
Drank a pint with Project
Rockin' dopeboy Jordans and I keep that Houston Rocket

Never gave a fuck 'bout a nigga or a bitch
Never gave a fuck about nothin' but gettin' rich
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down
You lovin' these bitches, I just love my gwala
You lovin' these bitches, I just love my gwala
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down
Stay down, stay down, stay down, stay down

 

[fox69]

"Still Got That Work"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"Still Got That Work"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Intro: Project Pat]
Shouts out to the whole Taylor Gang
Salute to the big homey Juicy J
Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it
Salute to the homey Wiz Khalifa
Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Project Pat]
All this money a nigga made ain't change me
No I'm always gon' be the same, some of my niggas
(Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it
Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it)
Smokin' on that Cali strong every time I roll up
Reppin' it everywhere I go, some of my niggas
(Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it
Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
All this money a nigga made niggas can't take it
All this money a nigga made and I'm still makin' it
Lot of new niggas comin out and I don't feel none
Lot of you got fake diamonds on, I'm rockin real ones
Now they get excited when I pull up in that old school blowin that shit up out it
Ya'll talkin', I've been about it
Now haters forget about it
From serving weed in a alley to smoking weed out in Cali
I swerve and weave in my chally, what's on my feet cost a thouwy
My other car handmade, the manual come in Italian
My nigga, I've been gettin' them benjamins
Shippin' my friends in 'em,
We servin' like Wimbledon,
You talkin' I'm living it

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Project Pat]
All this money a nigga made ain't change me
No I'm always gon' be the same, some of my niggas
(Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it
Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it)
Smokin' on that Cali strong every time I roll up
Reppin' it everywhere I go, some of my niggas
(Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it
Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it)

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Project Pata', hustle for the cheddar
And betta, keep it straight hood to the letter
North Memphis Tennessee, that's what I rep (ah)
Where they blow your brains broad day for the cheddah
Pressure, make a broke man get that burna
Slap you in the mouth like Ike did Tina Turner
And take all your bread, middle fingers to the feds
My nigga against the fence and he gon' hustle 'till he dead
Same spot, same mix, same pot, same bricks
In my hood them same junkies looking for they same fix
Tornado swag, blue the coupe, off the roof
Blowing Cali strong, mind blown off the loot

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa & Project Pat]
All this money a nigga made ain't change me
No I'm always gon' be the same, some of my niggas
(Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it
Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it)
Smokin' on that Cali strong every time I roll up
Reppin' it everywhere I go, some of my niggas
(Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it
Still got that work, Still got that work, Still got it)