Project Pat

[fox69]

"Y'all Niggaz Ain't No Killaz, Y'all Niggaz Some Hoes"

"Y'all Niggaz Ain't No Killaz, Y'all Niggaz Some Hoes"


[Talking: La Chat]
Yea dis La Chat up in dis motherfucker
"Murder She Spoke"will be out in a minute
Ya hear me? Dig dat Project Pat in dis thang
finna let you weak ass punk ass wanna-be hard ass
wanna real record deal bitches know
Y'all motherfukers ain't no killaz
Y'all aint nuthin but some motherfucking hoes
So getcha mug off me when you see me
If you ain't finna do nuthin then keep ya distance boy!

[Chorus:8x]
Yall niggaz aint no killaz yall niggaz sum hoes
Yall niggaz aint killaz yall niggaz some hoes

[Project Pat]
You can run but you cant hiide I wont let you slide
Strap with gun get ya mind right or a homicide
Shall be done T-K-O style bugged like Ms. Wild
On the run doing dumb shit blasted up a child
Stand ya ground hold ya own so you best to regulate
Imma clown on a damn fool slugs will penetrate
When in skin you got no wind when i gotta tone
Im the man with master plan you can bring it on
When I set to his hoe ass right up in his mugg
With this thang bitch I will blast coughin up your blood
First you came to a real man thinking I's a boy
When it rains and it does pour I's the real McCoy
Done deal pullin out steel bitch play no games
You's a two dollar ass boy and Im making change
Take hieve to these motherfuckin words dat I say
Dont play with real niggas real niggas dont play

[Chorus:8x]

[Project Pat]
A real nigga workin jobs before he fall off
Will pull one with a mask or a sawed off
Areal nigga don't speak what he dont know
He keep his mouth shut act like he dont know
A real nigga will kill if he have too
Take care his kids anyway dat he got too
A real nigga never start shit he in shit
That mastermind shit that execute shit

[Singing: Project Pat]
So dont you hoes try to test me
Best to bow down and rest me
The police want to arrest me
I won't get caught
Some want to annihilate me
Some of yall really hate me
Here I go bitch try and take me
I will kill you

 

[fox69]

"You Kno What It Is"

"You Kno What It Is"


[Hook:]
Up that unit in his face, you know what this is
It's how a nigga eat, how a nigga pay the bills
Up that unit in his face, ain't nobody safe
You know what this is, nigga point me to the safe
You know what this is, nigga
You know what this is, nigga
I want everything, money, dope and the chain
You know what this is, nigga
You know what this is, nigga
I want everything, money, dope and the chain
[Verse 1:]
Don't nobody get away
Ain't nobody say
Cash the dope mane and put that unit in his face
You know what this is
So nigga where it's at?
Nigga don't cooperate I'm a leave his ass wet
I'm goin on a robbin spree, me and that thumper
I'm 38, but it's bout to the a bloody summer
A lot of crime mobbers, a lot of black hearses
Killin niggas on these tracks and I ain't talkin verses
A gun and a mask, I'll get anything I want
I'll bust yo ass for that cash so nigga don't think I won't
So nigga don't try to play me like no X-Box
You be pushin up daisies in a pan box
[Hook:]
Up that unit in his face, you know what this is
It's how a nigga eat, how a nigga pay the bills
Up that unit in his face, ain't nobody safe
You know what this is, nigga point me to the safe
You know what this is, nigga
You know what this is, nigga
I want everything, money, dope and the chain
You know what this is, nigga
You know what this is, nigga
I want everything, money, dope and the chain
[Verse 2:]
You know what this is, nigga on them pills
Swing that burner like a bat, plenty busted limbs
Nigga gotta live, you suckas better give
A bullet in yo skull, I ain't thinkin bout no years
A choppa gets it done, I know you got goons
AK 40 like some faries, airin up the room
Bullets in yo legs, slugs in yo face
Your thoughts and yo memories gon be all over the place
Gas in my lungs, junk is round this rung
Old ladies peepin out the window bout to pull the alarm
So nigga let's make this quick
Them people ride down on me
A simple robbery gon turn into a murder G
[Hook:]
Up that unit in his face, you know what this is
It's how a nigga eat, how a nigga pay the bills
Up that unit in his face, ain't nobody safe
You know what this is, nigga point me to the safe
You know what this is, nigga
You know what this is, nigga
I want everything, money, dope and the chain
You know what this is, nigga
You know what this is, nigga
I want everything, money, dope and the chain

 

[fox69]

"You Know The Biss"
(feat. DJ Paul)

"You Know The Biss"
(feat. DJ Paul)



[Project Pat talks]
[Chorus (2x)-Project Pat]
Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Playa gon' shine trick
You ain't on my level trick
Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Catch up wit' cha kind mane
I don't deal wit' fakeness
[Project Pat-1st verse]
Still a mack
Still a thug
Still a mane showing love
To my dawgs,to my folks
Violators be slugs in ya back
Ratta-tat
It's your dawg Project Pat
In da hood having fun
Sippin' on Parmason
Give me some,show me love
Like the man up above
Spread my wings like a dove
Mean mug niggas looking
And a henn from a smile
Bucket side blood cooking
Got a problem wit' my style
Wit' the click,,wit' the clan
Lanes I don't understand
If you feel that you real
Fuck it's on lightning
On the real hoes but they mouth
And get pimp smacked
Automatic gat,get yo' motherfuckin' head crack
Heat tight,trick tight
Killas pullin' pistol plates
When you pull ya tone
My nig' that's where you gon' lay
I'm a say this to you haters wit' the problem
Step up to the Patsta
Boy I'm a solve'em
[Chorus-2x]
[Project Pat-2nd verse]
All in my face
And he knowing he don't like me
Proably wanna shoot me
Maybe even fight me
Suck me,paid me
Mane that's what yo' bitch do
Loving me the most cause I let her do the click to
Profit Posse all these hoes never frontin'
Mane they off that ezay
Gobblin' up somethin'
Dick in ya mouth
Slow it down wit' that rough stuff
Five vicious catos curling like a chesse puff
Chesse first cap blast
AC Rolls in the tenet
(Baby what's been goin' on)
Nothing hoe but the dick
Got me bent out of shape
To you hoes that are fake
Get the fuck out my face
Before I shoot you in ya face
Murder rate,shell increase
Mother-fuck the police
Ridin' up on yo' ass,in ya ass
Be decrease,never peace
Where I live know for the cross-cut
First haters step
First haters get tossed out
[Chorus-1x]
[Talking til next song]

 

[fox69]

"You Like"

"You Like"


[Intro]
Ooh baby, I like I like... Ooh those rims they shiny
Ooh I like... bling bling... Ooh I like it I like it...
I could fry rice with you... Ooh shiny car shiny I like
it... I like it a lot
[Chorus]
You see these rims flickin' on my car? (You like, you like)
Buyin' the freshest clothes out the mall (You like, you like)
I keep money rolled up in some knots (You like, you like)
The shiny jewelry I had to cop (You like, you like)
You see these rims flickin' on my car? (You like, you like)
Buyin' the freshest clothes out the mall (You like, you like)
I keep money rolled up in some knots (You like, you like)
The shiny jewelry I had to cop (You like, you like)
[Verse 1]
You see this candy on this car? Broads wanna lick
Twenty fo', inches on the whip, got these niggaz sick
Flickin' out the parkin' lot, haters like to bark a lot
At the hoodie club, that'll make them pistols spark a lot
Akademik, jeans, starched up, wit' the Jordans on
Spot a freaky slut, get her number and I'm rollin' on
Maybe baby mama mayne, I don't want no drama mayne
She's a ghetto rat, they attract, to my diamond rangs
Ain't no thang, when it comes to ballin' nothin' new to me
Fronts in my mouth, part of jewelry and toolery
Cool to be, a hood rich nigga from this Memphis
Ridin' in this Cut-Dog, dog, feelin' pimpish, ya dig?
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Mayne I stayed in them stores, stayed chasin' whores
Stayed ridin' clean, sippin' lean, dope, was in my drawers
Stayed in the club, kept a mean mug, had to keep a gun
In my mind, I'm the one, so I'm shinin' like the sun
Kept the cottonmouth, reppin' dirty south, stayed housin' broads
A blunt was in my mouth, always schemin' tryna break some laws
Stayed gettin' caught, by them cops, still was on the block
Tryna set up shop, still was slangin' rocks
Always kept a knot, stayed doin' time, still was on the grind
Had to pop that nine, nigga gots to shine, had to make 'em bleed
Had to make 'em see, takin' somethin' from the kid
You'll be history, that's for any wannabe
[Chorus]
[music to fade]