Project Pat

[fox69]

"Be A G (Remix)"
(feat. Juicy J, Doe B)

"Be A G (Remix)"
(feat. Juicy J, Doe B)



[Juicy J:]
Yessir
Project Pat featuring your boy Juicy J and Doe B
You'll never be a G, you'll never be a G
[Hook - Project Pat:]
I done sold them grams
Robbed niggas for cash
I done bust that thumper on plenty niggas' ass
Broke down plenty bails
So much clientele
Went to jail would never tell but some you niggas will
Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G
Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G
Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G
Cause you never ever ever ever ever be a G
When I was young had that chopper cock it
Project Pat was robbing
Like the grinch bitch, taking shit filling up my stocking
Cap on my skull nigga, better wipe up that mud
Nigga like Pat don't give no fuck
Busting that thumpa' screaming "Thug Life!"
Like 2Pac, went to jail and never ratted
Held it down for all my dogs
Hustla's prayer on my arm tatted
Pussy nigga real acrobatic flipping on your homie
I'm the steak you the bologna I'm fifty karats you the phony
Hit a lick made for fifty yams
Took it off your ass this the street
Who you trusting fool
Put that in the stash bruh
My weight pull up move like that, no coming back
Just these chains fifty rocks for fifty shots in your ass
[Hook]
[Juicy J:]
Yea, let me borrow your bitch
Just for tonight, I get her so fucking high
You think she just caught a flight
She ride my dick like a bike
I tell her suck it don't bite
And you still cuffing that ho like you Miami Vice
Juicy J don't love these bitches I just make love to these bitches
Then send them back to that same nigga that hug them and kiss them
I go to to sleep with my money I cuddle up with my dough
I wake up to that paper and then I go get some more
Fuck nigga what you talking 'bout, we don't talk it out
We yellow tape and white chalk it out
Live everyday like a home run what I'm trying to say is we ball out
Your bedroom and your living room fit right inside my dog house
I'm searching hard for a fuck to give but I'm sorry
Looks like I'm all out
[Hook]
[Doe B:]
You will never be a G
Gold medals on my feet
White and gold Guiseppe nigga that a be a G
Got your bitch riding with me shoulda never let her leave
I'm a dog ass nigga and you know I play for keeps
Got your ho popping molly smoking medicated weed
Got your ho giving me sloppy while I estimate my cheese
While you niggas pull up talking like a bitch I'm getting rich
Spend a band sipping lean and Memphis ten with Three 6
Wack ass rappers, fake ass trappers, shoulda won an Oscar the way they acting
Mayday action, mayday action, when we come through with it y'all stay blasting
Pay for a feature I don't wanna meet them, I don't want amigo cause we're not equal
You not gangsta, you not gangsta, you not gangsta, you not either
[Hook]
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia-ah!

 

[fox69]

"Beef On The Low"

"Beef On The Low"


Mann nigga know it's beef on the low bro
My dude know I don't fuck with them niggas
I don't know why he bring them niggas over here like that
Mann, go get them mother fucking pistols
Nigga think I'm playing
Nigga know he don't pull beef over here

It's beef on the low
I don't fuck with bro
I don't fuck with him
I don't mess with them
That slick shit
It's beef on the low
Get you hit shit
It's beef on the low
It's beef on the low
I don't fuck with bro
I don't fuck with him
I don't mess with them
That slick shit
It's beef on the low
Get you hit shit
It's beef on the low
That slick shit

It's beef on the low
40 like a pit on a leash
I let it go
It's beef on the low
You suckas got me bent
Cutting deals on the work before you it's the strength
Don't bring them niggas around me
It's beef on the low
Acting like it's good
But them bitches know
Russian gunnas for you stunna robbing ducks for their pesos
Real niggas get their casos
While you suckas chase hoes
Try to flex a nigga
Own a couple of b's
Know good and well that was some bad bitch weed
Who the fuck you flexing
It's beef on the low
Caught you sleepin in my hood at the corner store
Loaded up the 44 then let it unload
This bitch got shot in the back of the head
It's beef on the low
Ain't nobody innocent when they around your way
Choppas bullets choose to hit em
That's their ass

It's beef on the low
I don't fuck with bro
I don't fuck with him
I don't mess with them
That slick shit
It's beef on the low
Get you hit shit
It's beef on the low
It's beef on the low
I don't fuck with bro
I don't fuck with him
I don't mess with them
That slick shit
It's beef on the low
Get you hit shit
It's beef on the low

It's beef on the low
Mother fuck police
I'm the judge
And I'm having coke in these streets
It's beef on the low
This shit been simmering
I ain't from Florida but I'd killer a nigga like Zimmerman
Catch you in the hood nigga ain't no passes
Like I didn't see the move pull like I need glasses
Don't you hate when mother fuckers
Show your intelligence
Like when a nigga bring that pack
And he done dipped in the sacked
These niggas shoulda known better than to play the God
Them bullets coming for you
You need to pray to God
You lil bitches actresses
Ya'll playing hard
These bullets cut your ass in half like a deck of cards

It's beef on the low
I don't fuck with bro
I don't fuck with him
I don't mess with them
That slick shit
It's beef on the low
Get you hit shit
It's beef on the low
It's beef on the low
I don't fuck with bro
I don't fuck with him
I don't mess with them
That slick shit
It's beef on the low
Get you hit shit
It's beef on the low

 

[fox69]

"Been Gettin' Money"
(feat. DJ Paul & Juicy J)

"Been Gettin' Money"
(feat. DJ Paul & Juicy J)



[Project Pat]
Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang... This goes out to all real
niggaz mayne... You gettin' that money you gotta keep gettin' that
cheese man... You know what I'm sayin'? And those who sittin'
around waitin' on a handout, nigga, keep waitin'

[Chorus]
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money

[Verse 1 - Project Pat]
The gutta, the hood, the drugs, what's cookin'?
The guns, the mask, the young broads hookin'
The grams, the zones, the hundred for the tens
The county, the state, the fed-e-ral pen
Police in them high speeds now that's where I been
Ya left ya house unattended, was breakin' in
Old heads 'round the way say I need to cease fire
Cocaine habit like, water to the grease fire
Nines, big pinky rangs, flashy like King Tut
Dirty South ain't havin' thangs, do you see the bling what?
Candy paint, on the cars, hazelnut wood
Twenty fo' inch floaters floatin' through the hood

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Juicy J]
I'm on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams (yams)
Call me the sand man straight, outta Pakistan (stan)
I'm tryna get in, suckers better get this (this)
I'm tryna make it rich, ice on my wrizzist (wrist)
You on the grind every night, tryna get mine (mine)
Slangin blow, packs of pills and that goodie pine (pine)

[DJ Paul]
Yeah, I specialize in bein' a specialist (specialist)
Don't make money ain't makin' our list (what?)
Except ya girlfriend 'cause she insist (she insist)
I got the chewin' so long I left her wit' a lisp (wit' a lisp)
I make the ones hatin' feel shitty (really)
Show my ass buyin' the same cars as P. Diddy, what?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Project Pat]
I been gettin' money from the crumbs to the purse snatchin'
I kept a mask on wit' the guns click-clackin'
Project was straight jackin' drug dealers to the fiends
I wasn't comin' up I had dreams of comin' clean
About this ghetty green, night and day I plot and scheme
Was in the project sellin' pills sippin' lean
Nigga I'm hustlin', where the bullets never ceaseful
It's always gunplay, 'cause ya mouth stay in grease-ful
Get a treeful, my candy like Honeydew
They see me in my car, dog, this what money do
Ya baby mama wanna holla so you hate to this
I'm talkin' money talk some can't relate to this

[Chorus]

[music to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Bitch Smackin Killa"

"Bitch Smackin Killa"


[(Chorus) 3x]
Pistol packin, never slackin, bitch killa
Pistol packin, never slackin, bitch smackin killa

As I slip into the back of my mind
and thinkin of gettin caught man how could I do the time
The crime is a murder heard you fuckin with my nig
The magnum's gonna serve ya, bitch I'm fixin to split your wig
I'm thinkin out ways to get lose without a trace
You see without a pistol man they do not have a case
Erasin a fool wait until he leaves the house
Walkin around his corner ride by and takin him out
the box on the blocks police ride up on the scene
witnesses saw the shots and I know they heard her scream
Redeem me the testimonies would not even last
In court because everybody they saw wore a mask
The blast from the gun was the hollow point tips
the kind that leave you dead in a damn perfect hit
I trips off a fool tryin me on the for realla
He's fuckin with a pistol packin, bitch smackin killa

[Chorus 4x]

As I ride through the hood with some undisputed niggas
Pain sellin, dope smokin, cold-blooded killers
Trigga, my nigga from the north Frayser area
Down with the Patster causin mass hysteria
Well ever stoked out best we leave with no doubt
Ridin through the other side ready to take a punk out
Assed out sucker types you gonna learn your lesson
Let me see your gangsta friends shootin Smith and Wessons
Testin the clan just to see if you can get enough
You's a foolish man I'll be damned if we don't fuck you up
So whassup with your posse with your fuckin game punk
Fuckin with these hitmen you gonna get your ass dumped
Pop the trunk, get your pump, let's see what you made of
Watch me kill a bitch with a .38 bullet slug
Sell your drugs I don't care if you a dope dealer
Best pack a pistol bitch cause I'm a killer

[Chorus 2x]

You say I need to take care of my business
well why are you pussy-eatin motherfuckers in it
You about to witness a mafia called Triple 6
Real niggas that don't fall all over bullshit
I'm tired of these motherfuckers lickin and my Joesta
Let me ride up on ya with the tec and Imma show ya
You don't know me well punk bitch nigga bring it on
Niggas dont fight no more junk niggas carry tones
I tried to be done at first now I'm just another devil
walkin with a psychotic mind and a piece of metal

[Chorus 4x]

 

[fox69]

"Bitch Talking Bad (Skit)"
(feat. Tatalalicious)

"Bitch Talking Bad (Skit)"
(feat. Tatalalicious)



I wanna see what this bitch on mane
Fucking Iphones look trip
Lemme see what this bitch on
Fuck she talking bout blowing me up like a motherfucka

Where the fuck you been
[?]
And when I fucked for money ya supposed to give it yesterday
You worthless dog mouth bitch
And I [?] little ass bitch
Ya black ass got me fucked up
Ya ain't in no studio ya think I'm stupid

Mane

 

[fox69]

"Bone Ready (Skit)"
(feat. King Ray, Joe Simpson)

"Bone Ready (Skit)"
(feat. King Ray, Joe Simpson)



Mane I'ma tell niggas like this here
See these hoes be bone ready mane
You heard me, ya heard me Nas
(I heard ya mane)
The hoe be bone ready
Ya ho-Joe
(Yessir)
The hoe be, see listen mane y'all gotta listen to me
(I already know bruh)
The hoe be bone ready bruh
They come out they momma wound
They come out they mammi's pussy
With both of their motherfucking legs open and they mouth open too
The bitch is bone ready mane
Bitch is going mane ya know what I'm saying
Shit
Bitch told me now I don't fuck with this bitch some real shit
I fucked this bitch outside one time, bitch name Daffiny
The bitch lil sister told me said jump in the front seat of the car
Cuz Daffiny gone off with some other nigga
I said damn where's Daffiny
She gone with another nigga
But ya need to come and lets roll
I said lets roll
Bitch I said bitch yous a little ass bitch what the fuck is you doing
The bitch gon' tell me
The bitch told me "shit ya coming to pick up, ya need to come pick me up,
I know how to suck it til the white stuff come out"
Well bitch well look I told a young bitch
(Its not a twinkie!)
Look bitch, I told the bitch hold on bitch
Is you gon' make a playhouse boy
Bitch yous in motherfucking charge
Fuck out my mothafucking car bitch
Fuck is wrong with you
"I know how to suck it til some white stuff come out"
I was on that god damn syrup mane that bitch blew up my high
Look bitch I asked for where your sister bitch, somebody grown
Bitch like this a young bitch
Yeah she came out the wound like that bruh
Real shit

 

[fox69]

"Bounce It Like A Ball"
(feat. King Ray)

"Bounce It Like A Ball"
(feat. King Ray)



[Hook:]
Put your hands on that wall
Bounce it like a ball [x2]
Shawty bounce it like a ball
I'ma throw it all
Bounce it like a ball [x2]
Shawty bounce it like a ball
Bounce it like a ball
Shawty bounce it like a ball
Bounce it like a ball
Shawty bounce it like a ball
Bounce it like a ball
Shawty bounce it like a ball
Bounce it like a ball
Shawty bounce it like a ball

She a sexy lil something, her booty super swole
I ain't never seen a monkey with a camel toe
Bend on over baby, pick that money off the floor
Jump back on the pole, and I might throw some more
We gon' pour some more
We gon' smoke some more
Throw your hands on that wall and twerk that ass some more
Bounce that booty up and down make it sweep the floor
And if I head for the door she gon' go
Soft chewing gum tongue get your ass in trouble
Have your girl wanna kill, Ms Hubble Bubble
With the thick legs, country like the Waltons
I get up on that ass like a spalding

[Hook]

My name Nasty Mane, I'm a nasty mothafucka
I'll eat your pussy good, If you let me fuck ya
I'll fuck your sister, your auntie, and mother
Baby please don't pussy hate, see your only supper
Now my dick in her like a basket at a Rutger
Money licks to the click lollipop Sucker
Matter of fact, she love to suck me no I'm not a sucker
Daddy drop her good, she wet like butter
Going in hard like a play after a huddle
Only chasing paper, ain't got time to cuddle
Suck her titties, smack her ass, she rubbing on my muscle
Bumping Gucci Mane, like a dog while I hump her
Take her to the bedroom, jacuzzi with the bubble
Real kinky freaky blind folded cuff her
She like it when I smack her booty like she in trouble
She bounce it like a ball, so I had to slam dunk her

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Burn Me A Nigga"
(feat. Nasty Mane)

"Burn Me A Nigga"
(feat. Nasty Mane)



[Hook: x2]
Ya'll gon make me have to
Burn me a nigga, burn me a nigga
I don't wanna have to
Burn me a nigga, burn me a nigga
Ya'll gon make me have to
Burn me a nigga, burn me a nigga
All I wanna do is eat, all I wanna do is eat

[Verse 1:]
Do I really have to hurt me a nigga, dirt me a nigga?
T-shirt one of you niggas, murk me a nigga
Bullet to your cheeks, open heart surgery
Calling all guard, like you the clerjury
Aye this mama played me all day, you never heard of me
Still ain't hearin shots in yo house, burglary
Tippy toe, 2 miss, Glock 42 clips
But kill for them pesos but not know hoes
Have you read the paper? Have you seen the news?
Choppa like magician, turn yo flesh into ooze
Now they screamin oo, what the hell he do?
Go speakin on my business bitch, you gon gets me do

[Hook: x2]
Ya'll gon make me have to
Burn me a nigga, burn me a nigga
I don't wanna have to
Burn me a nigga, burn me a nigga
Ya'll gon make me have to
Burn me a nigga, burn me a nigga
All I wanna do is eat, all I wanna do is eat

[Verse 2:]
Ya'll gon make have to burn me a nigga
Put the roof up to his brain, learn me a nigga
Straighten his ass out, big purr me a nigga
Concerned about the money, not concerned about no nigga
Bust a choppa, hey ya come with a kick stand
We got the masks round our face like we Taliban
He got some shit on his chest, call him Superman
Them shots laid his as down, he want Superman
I kidnapped your bitch like I'm King Cooper man
Them bullets like ex laps, runnin through you man
No NBA but I got them shooters man
We like mackin no reason, look we'll just do you man

[Hook: x2]
Ya'll gon make me have to
Burn me a nigga, burn me a nigga
I don't wanna have to
Burn me a nigga, burn me a nigga
Ya'll gon make me have to
Burn me a nigga, burn me a nigga
All I wanna do is eat, all I wanna do is eat

 

[fox69]

"Catch A Hot One"

"Catch A Hot One"


[Hook]
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
Strapped bitch
Yea I'm strapped bitch with the AK
I never told on a nigga, did the crime did the time
Never folded on my niggas, did a line, shot the nine
I don't need a charge partner from my hand sold the crack
Lookin for a pound of good see my mans in the back
Of the projects, Cypress Garden where the biss at
You get caught slippin put some bullets up in your back
North memphis nigga nigga know how we flex it out
My dogs in the bay so afraid to keep them pockets out
I'm about dead presidents talk's irrelevant
Get your head blowed off that's how we gon settle it
Did time on fourth floor stood on niggas
Three K's under the bed man I'm good on triggas
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
Strapped bitch
Yea I'm strapped bitch with the AK
Some of these suckas think I'm slippin but I really ain't
I always keep the ratchet on me to keep off the hands
The haters or the suckas you can call them what you wanna
I just got off of paper so I'm back on marijuana
I wanna be the boss the only way to do is to take it
I find you stealing from me playa I can't let you make it
You niggas see I came up when I was outta jail
The man up above showed me love it never failed
A drought on street music now it's time to get rich
You niggas out here with that [?] end up in a ditch
The K will spray like a water hose on a snitch
Bullets flying niggas dying like the wicked witch
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
Strapped bitch
Yea I'm strapped bitch with the AK
Never back down don't accept defeat nigga
If they knock you down jump right back on your feet nigga
When they talk beef stay strapped with that heat nigga
To hell with rapping we can settle this in the street nigga
Cause I don't sleep nigga Ima say you will do it
You got a hard head and Ima put some steel to it
I squeeze the trigga blood splatter on the windshield
Broad daylight it'll happen on this battlefield
Ima tell ya how I feel cause lames seek for it
A nigga will kill don't make me reach for it
Cause if I reach for it nigga Ima use it
You suckas talk murda punk Ima do it
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
You can catch a hot
You can catch a hot one
Strapped bitch
Yea I'm strapped bitch with the AK

 

[fox69]

"Cause I'm A Playa"
(feat. Pimp C)

"Cause I'm A Playa"
(feat. Pimp C)



[Chorus]
I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' nigga 'cause I be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I be mackin', nigga 'cause I be mackin'
I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' nigga 'cause I be mackin'
Nigga 'cause I be mackin', nigga 'cause I be mackin'

[Verse 1]
I'm just out here slangin' CDs nigga like rock for rockers
Still rollin' Hypnotize, we quick to knock off yo' blocker
Blastin' nothin' but choppers, nigga we non-stoppers
Whippin' up this cream, real mean, like Betty Crocker
The guts, icy white-tin, leather is what I'm lik-in'
Pull up, chrome rims, didn't holla, she must be dykin'
Like she didn't see the colors change colors on my paint job
Just like all the colors on my ice in my wrist watch
Pimps scarred, nothin' but some conversation for some dough
Slangin' these words out my mouth, like I'm sellin' snow
Tellin' no, lies, compromise, only cheese wise
If ya try to cross, real killers then you must, die

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Pimp C]
Mackaroni Pretty Tony Snow keep it poppin'
Movin' to the internet, keep that pussy droppin'
Mob it up, slop it up, see the ball chop it up
Whip it up, sit down on that meat I'm fit' to push it up
If that game was over I'd get some work and cook it up
Wanna show let's rook it up, you want a beat I'll hook it up
We run the streets I seen a part up in the shit I took it up
She wanted me to hit her pussy I'ma go off in her butt
What you gon' do, when that thang go to fightin'?
I'ma lay ya deep off in them hoes, them hoes be boppin'
Tellin' me to stop but bitch, I ain't fit' to stop it
Ya pussy is a pitbull bitch, gon' and lock it
Fuckin' 'round wit' me I knock ya thang up outta socket
Ya ho wanna look at me ya bitch is outta pocket
Flyin' in the Bentley gettin' it sucked just like a rocket
Pimp C bitch I got a zoo off in my closet

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Cruisin' Chelsea Avenue, in the hood, it's a sunny day
Junts out, walkin' miniskirts, let them bunnies play
Money stay, in a nigga's pocket wrapped in rubberbands
Seven hundred ones wit' 'bout seventy Benjamins
Understand, couple hollow jackets in the bar-ra-rel
Make a wild nigga wanna walk a straight and nar-ra-row
My dogs strapped, on point, God we like the phar-ra-roah
My hundred shots, comin' out the mouth, of the calico
Yean' know? Mayne a nigga do's what he gon' do
I'm lookin' for some beef, but the kind, at a barbeque
Comin' through, flickin' old school, Box Chevy thang
Ridin' twenty two's, on you fools, let the system bang

I keep my cup raised up [echoes out]