1.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
2.Represent It
Yeah, hypnotize minds up in here
Ya'll know the business
Representin to tha fullest
If ya down for what you do, you gotta represent it
If ya in it represent it
Ya'll boys, ya'll boys aint ready for us
Project pat, noreaga, d.j. paul, juicy 'j'
Hypnotize minds in here, like this
North memphis bitch, north memphis bitch
South memphis bitch, south memphis bitch
Westwood bitch, westwood bitch
Orangemount bitch, orangemount bitch
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, and ya down
If ya wit it, represent it
North memphis, south memphis, westwood, orangemount
Black haven, east memphis, west memphis puttin it down
Down to unknown wit a 9 millimeter clip
Some think they bullet proof, some end up benedicts
Which one of you fools wanna make them thangs clap
Tear da club up, where my thugs, where dem dollars at
Where dem playas, scream like a fiend for dat ghetty green
Gotta get da cream, get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While the gettin's good, gettin mine, represent the hood
Try to hold me back that one time, but i'm to the good
Wanna see me locked in a cell, throw away the key
Haters want me dead, but you tricks gotta bury me
Drinkin hennessey, full of herb, mentally i'm gone
Ready man to ride for my side if they right or wrong
A.t.l. bitch, a.t.l. bitch
New orleans bitch, new orleans bitch
Houston bitch, houston bitch
Miami bitch, miami bitch
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it and ya down
If ya wit it, represent it
Ay yo, i trample those that mess wit hoes
And just wild out and just dirty ya clothes
N.o.r.e., my name don't got two o's
So therefore, we be the ones wit the hoes
Ya bracelet down to ya english toes
What, what!!, we tear da club up at all the shows
Three-6 and thugged out, nigga watch for dem bow's
Where dem dollars at kid, yo i read and i closed
Me and project pat fuck wit our hands in our clothes
Yo it's all good
Niggas growin up in the hood
And we do the same things cause we smoke on wood
Yo, you my wodie ha huh, i'm your wodie ha huh
Yo fuck wit us we leave a nigga fuckin holy ha
And i'm battin crews down to baton rouge
And i got a hummer sittin on 32s
Got a hummer sittin on 32s
Black haven bitch, black haven bitch
Mitchell heights bitch, mitchell heights bitch
East memphis bitch, east memphis bitch
Evergreen bitch, evergreen bitch
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, and ya down
If ya wit it, represent it
What, what, what the fuck
Got niggas blastin wit a tec, got a lex truck
Better duck, we holla b.a.z., haters get stuck
In the back, in the face
Wrong time, wrong place
Niggas itchin for killins, and killins gonna take place
Gettin a mask, don't ask
Is it a task, and it'll blast mo'
Fuckin wit paul, you wasn't bout to make a ？move？ ho
Who got front？ who got back？
Who got bombs？ who got gats？
Who gon' rat？ who gon' skat？
Talkin bout where them rats at
All you ballers ride twenty's, that's the way to shine
To all them hustlers drinkin 4-5 on the grind
We gon' keep shakin dice 'til it aint no time
And get high off them optimo and white line
All yo boys come from ？？？, watch me fall out blind
And if you gone and you know it, fool press rewind
Queen's bridge bitch, queen's bridge bitch
Chi-town bitch, chi-town bitch
St. louis bitch, st. louis bitch
Little rock bitch, little rock bitch
Fort worth bitch, fort worth bitch
Nashville bitch, nashville bitch
Birmingham bitch, birmingaham bitch
Jack-town bitch, jack-town bitch
Loui$ville bitch, loui$ville bitch
3.Out There
4.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
5.You Know The Biss
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
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
6.Choices
yea,yeah,yeah
This lil project gurl right here im one of them project gurl
right you know me
I'm repin for my big brotha flea he know i ain't going to put
him down i'm do
Whats right let him be proud all my lil soilders up there
looking down seeing
Whats it's like you know they taking all my project boys from
us,they know we
Still miss them.we trying to do right let them know whats going
on bout every
Time you look they always coming for a project boy thats what
they seem like
They all the project boys to go bout that can't happin bout all
i want the
Ones up there with you lord is to pray and hope them lil
soilders be alright
7.Ballers(Original)
Playa hataz get found stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of dat danky danky
Big diamond rings on ou pinky pinky
Jumpin out da trizak
Chewin on a sizack
Sippin on some sizurp
Jus slung a bizag
Name iz project pat-a
Moet in my lap-a
Stayin on da grind, cuz da loot gonna stack-a
Watchin for a jack-a
You know i'm a mack-a
Whatcha need dog, ？ weed or some crack-a
Ice on my pinky
Smokin on stinky
Caught a sucka slippin
Now i'm on some twenties
Flossin like a playa
Golds keep a twinkle
Eyez fire rized
I'm startin to grow wrinkles
Fall up in da clizub
High off of dizub
Famous in da hood, so these hoes show me lizuv
A dope i'm abizove
So don't be a hate-a
You lame cuz da game, cuz you iz a fake-a
My dopes on da triple
My gats at your temple
I'm hungry for cheese, like hungry hungry hipp-o
I pack a gat my friend
I'm stayin strapped my friend
My 17 rounds watchin my back my friend
Killaz attack my friend
They on your back my friend
Where you goin be, if you ever step to pat my friend
I keep it real my friend
Blood donors spill my friend
You violatin hatin niggaz'll get killed my friend
Big money deals my friend
Flexin my skills my friend
I'm poppin game like a junky poppin pills my friend
They can't debate my friend
They puul dank my friend
You got your hands out for cheese, but i can't my friend
You get your own my friend
I stand alone my friend
And i'ma shine like a new set of chrome my friend
Bullet to dome my friend
When your alone my friend
Dat hen dog got me off in a zone my friend
Know what i mean my friend
Cuz down here itz all about da ghetty green my friend
You did me daddy like dat
I'm in da ？ dressed to kill on and poppin like dat
So why you hatin like dat
You goin get caught up like dat
I'm chillin heavy understand me baby, we rollin like dat
So can you get it like dat
Yo iz your pimpin like dat
Or iz you callin gangsta boo cuz you want it like dat
You cannot get it like dat
I'm in a lennox like dat
I'm spendin cheese boy please, i'll be corney like dat
I'm drinkin ？ like dat
I'm tryna come up like dat
I'm kinda freaky on some x, cuz i'm horny like dat
I'll freak your man jus like dat
Because i sex him like dat
Ask paul and juicy boy, i hypnotize em like dat
I got some hoe on my back
I got some hoe lickin cat
I got some hoe on my beeper, but i ain't callin him back
I'm in it to win it like dat
I'm in a zone like dat
I'm in black haven like dat
I'm in north memphis like dat what？
8.Run A Train
(girl) aaaaaaaaaaaaa....(dj paul) please (project pat) yea
(girl) aaaaaaahh please! (dj paul) say pretty please (girl)
ahhhhhhh...
(project pat) yea ＊sound of mix table＊
(dj paul) say i want some triple six dick
(＊mixing＊ let's...)
(girl) oooo i want some triple six dick...(girl screaming)
(＊mixing＊ let's call the boys let's run a train)
(dj paul) say i want some hypnotize minds dick (girl) i can feel
it
(two girls screaming) let's run a train
(mixing) let's run a train
(dj paul) spread it open, let's run a train
(mixing) let's call the boys let's run a train
(mixing) let's run a train
(dj paul) i'm 'bout to claw it, 'bout to claw it
Let's run a train (2x) let's call the boys let's run a train
Project pat：
It's the drink player, ho layer, money making bitch breaker
Take a ho straight to the room and i save a spot for my row dogs
Drinking on eight ball,
Don't ya'll wanna run a train on this bald head bitch
Sucking a dick quick, i spit mack shit, lick,
On a ho's mind fine with a big behind
I'm going to dick her down soon as she sucks a dick,
Nut on her tongue, juicy filming this porno flick,
Enter with, man this ho is wild she ain't wearing draws
Dick in her ass with her mouth full of salty balls,
Take a pause, let's call up my niggs, watch this ho get loose,
Everybody hitting from the back, ass like a moose
The caboose of this choo-choo- train (choo choo)
Kiwi is her name, why she wanna call her self a freak,
It must be a loop or a twist to her answer
When i'm urging, can my nigga hit？
(girl) aw naw i'm a virgin (never ho)
(mixing) let's run a train (girls screaming and moaning)
(mixing) let's call the boys, let's run a train (7x)
You a virgin, yea right, but you liking me,
Dj paul, juicy j and my nigga heavy c
Want to have it all？ spoil a bitch on the d-l, baby we can ball
'cause we never kiss never tell, want the case and cream？
You can get it and no doubt,
But all that cum gonna white your fucking teeth out
(girls screaming loudly)
Get your teeth out of the way of your tongue and lips
Finger nail tips, nice switch and some big hips, as the train
flips
You a nympho trying to look (girl screaming aw shit)
When the game spits you a freak ho, off the hook
Ready, aim, dick towards your mouth, then open up
You my main bitch if you think so freaky slut
Slap the buttcheeks real tight with a rubber on,
Dick hard and her clit hard
She begin to moan (girl screaming yes, yes)
When it's on, and it's going down, you know what's up,
Fifth of that crown and a ounce of that good stuff
(mixing) let's run a train (girls screaming)
(mixing) let's call the boys, let's run a train (7x)
Yea hypnotize minds in this thing finna give u a scoop
On some of these off the hi-zee free-zees in the m-town and down
south baby
(the bitchy) candy! we ran a train on the bitch!
(the bitchy) tonya! we ran a train on the bitch!
(the bitchy) shay shay! we ran a train on the bitch!
(the bitchy) kiwi! we ran a train on the bitch!
(the bitchy) lisa! we ran a train on the bitch!
(the bitchy) tammy! we ran a train on the bitch!
(the bitchy) christi! we ran a train on the bitch!
(the bitchy) my main bitch we ran a train on the bitch!
(mixing) let's run a train
(mixing) let's call the boys, let's run a train... (fades out)
9.Whatever Ho
Dj paul：
Yeah you muthafuckin' hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead hypnotize camp and profit posse
in this
Muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some
old
Muthafuckin' shit
Bitch, it's whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya, mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya)
Juicy j：
Glock 9's, tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they convicts
Know they hear them guns click
Doped up like a muthafucka (cough, cough, snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
With a pearl rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang cuz i be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'
Lord infamous：
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here i can
make
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that i can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that i
wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz don't want lord infamous from south parkway
to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you
bitches y'all
Best get steel
Scarecrow, club house, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, y'all never be shit with out us bitch
Don't forget
Cruchy black：
Killin' ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit
Niggaz ain't shit
Bodies in a ditch
How many niggaz done talked that shit
About the project fuckin' pat, thug posse ya bitch
Niggaz gon' talk, bitches gon' start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All i want is cash
Muthafuckaz have
Get down on your knees
Gimme all your cash
Scanman：
Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your back
Cause still we chillin' with pat
Straped with them gats
Be ready to attack
All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy,
it's gonna
Get rough
Situation's gone bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, i was gon' let you talk that shit and peep these
streets
Sayin' 'that scanman boy's a bitch' know watch them throw lights
out in my
Head
Dj paul：
Killin', buckin', buckin up in gunfire
Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is warfare
Suckaz claimin' they got nuts
You don't know these elephants
Specialize in takin' notes
Specialize in nappy hoes
Niggaz this is serious, i can't play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but i think they know the score
Bitches know the hypnotize medallion show what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in
this game
Mc mack：
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's mc mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', cracker
jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop
it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about
another nigga
If he's speakin' use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch,
you crump,
You ain't no busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our
T-rock：
Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries civil
Homies swithin', actin' fickle
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, lord don't flash on him,
only man
Ain't chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the t-rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow d, and get punished for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a tech and see him
drop
Gangsta boo：
Yeah i know, i know
Down, down, baby goin' down, down
Sweet dreams baby, rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the tech and
Be pointed at ya we comin', and i bitch, i bet ya, i bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin'
me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up more than me
Dj paul：
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
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It's whatever, whatever ho
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It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever
Project pat：
Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now i'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now i race, from the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know i got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, julius caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause i don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy i keep a big gun, you don't want none
10.Up There
Up there
Up there up there
Smokin that bud and get us up there up there
These trees'll get us up there up there
Them green leaves'll get us up there up there
Where we wanna be iz up there up there
Lost in smokin mighty reefer
Nigga jus like colt 45 it works every time
Me and three 6 mafia we smoke and ride wit hypnotize minds
Nigga roll it up and let's smoke one
Hey! did somebody say weed
Nigga dats my fiya(fire) i luv it
Puff it every day
Shit if it wasn't for da rifa pleasin
Easin my mind nigga i'd be wildin
Talkin bout a nigga wit a attitude
If i don't smoke then i ain't smilin
I ain't eatin i ain't sleepin
And i ain't fuckin wit no broads
If i ain't weeded
Can't let em stress my mind
I'll get wit ya'll later when i get high
Listen ssss
Hear my brain as it fry
I'm jus like a junky when he get his fix
Nigga be relieved when i get my shit
Ain't nuttin like dat cali green
Or dat miami weed
Prefer my trees no stem no seeds
But you got good stress i'll take dat
Smokin chokin ？ but eyes wide open
And i'm scopin while i'm tokin
On dis potent shit i'm ready to roll it
You know naturally i'm high high
Down in memphis we always smoke on dat light light
Dats goin keep you melo
Bud goin have your eyez tight
I dare any felo to smoke on dis all night
You goin to have to tell yo friend to come and get cha
Roll a blunt do and pass it to me mista
If you fell you can't hang wit these ？
Stay yo ass up off da hole you quit your guessin
All you doin man iz ？ and i'm restin
To dis non cheba bullshit ypu stressin
Tellin me to quit smokin in dis green
It jus calm me down to keep my game clean
Man dis greenery iz made for inhalin
Smoke go to my lungs then i'm sailin
To a place where all you heard iz your vocab
Project pat i'm on dis track goin up there
Pass me da muthafuckin blunt man
Hurry up or else somebodys gonna get sprayed
Cough and choke on da weed iz jus what i've done
I hit again and blow my niggaz a gun too
You smoke wit paul he'll tell you how we doin dis
Itz not a day of smokin dank
Dat i'm gonna miss
We gettin high as a muthafucker ever seen us
While chillin out on dat strip called orleans
Me and one of my road dogz kicked it kinda tuff
While i opened up da low key
Me and dem folks ？？？ at da bottom where da damn hataz be
And we partyin like some rock stars
While we pullin ？？
Ya'll wanna know what we was gettin high on
It wuz dat goddamn funk
Sat there kinda frozen
Wit dem straws up to our noses
Bought some ink to slow our rollin
Bump some v's
Ain't gonna speak on dis shit no mo
So hit me once cuz it ain't no mo
You shootin dat ？
You betta watch yo dough
I'm out of fire now holla hoe
If you wanna want we were gettin on it was that goddaman funk
11.We're Gonna Rumble
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you weak ass niggas get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you chicken head hoes get yo ass off the floor
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I'm from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where i'm from grown men don't take no ass whoopins
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Go get yo boys nigga
I bring the noise nigga
So bring your toys nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
You got your drama boy
Or marijuana boy
I'll shoot your mama boy
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
You got your nuts huh
You went to jail and i saw you was a weak punk
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I know your story nigga
Your history, off of me you gets no glory nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
So you a dope nigga
But you so thin look like that you do the coke nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Think you is a pistol playa
Come in my face and i'll kill you like a dragon slayer
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you bad weed sellers get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you sorry ass niggas get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you west haven niggas get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you duck ass bitches get yo ass off the floor
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I'm 'bout this 'caine nigga
I'm stayin true to these words that i slang nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
That ghetty green nigga
See i was put on this earth for hustling nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
But when i have to
I put that glock in my hand and pull a jack move
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Daily routine nigga
Down wit my dawgs and we out for this cream nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
You got a young ho
I shoot a nigga in his face and slap a dumb ho
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Yo ho stay squakin
She need to shut the fuck up, grown folk talkin
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
But she a star nigga
She ate my dick then i kicked her out my car nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I'm smokin leaves nigga
To calm me down, to put my mind man at ease nigga
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you fuckin cock hoes get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you add water killers get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you punk ass niggas get yo ass off the floor
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho
All you fake ass hoes get yo ass off the floor
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I lay the smack down
Done been through hoods where you better watch yo back now
Cause nigga, laws nigga
The code we live by
Don't wait for later, do it now, boy it's do or die
I nigga, be's nigga
I'm for my cheese nigga
I got my infra-beams watchin you, please nigga
Bank nigga, rank nigga
It make ya thank nigga
Stay on the ground so ya ship won't sank nigga
Rocks nigga, crack nigga
I'm stackin wealth nigga
But it aint me cause the dope sell itself nigga
Who nigga, you nigga
You wanna try pat
What you gon' get is yo motherfuckin skull cracked
Hurt nigga, pain nigga
Is what you feel nigga
The slugs talk through the barrel of the steel nigga
So nigga, roll nigga
That's wit this click bitch
Or get yo trick ass wacked wit da quickness
12.Choppers
Chorus： 2x
On the block we got them choppers
We got them choppers in the car we got them choppers
We got them choppers at the club we got them choppers we got
Them choppers ain't no love we got them choppers we got
Them choppers
(b.g.)
Look chopper totin is my occupation set my
Ground i'm representing in this situation
Since i was young it been all about paper chasing
It was a trauma for niggas that been player hatin
I don't give a fuck call it short ten years i was facing
Bitch wanted b.g.z to get out but that ain't bout natin
B.g. a livin legend that represent the streets
T.v's is what i'm watching while i'm in my mercedes jeep
I don't check niggas then splittin niggas
I'm thuggin with project pat we all rich niggas
Presidential rolex wrapped around my wrist nigga
Nigga hope after the show i'm fucking yo bitch nigga
Act like a nigga cash money like to shine nigga
Pay attention cause we hypnotize yo mind nigga
About my cash so i stay on the grind nigga
You wanna war look i'm ready at all times nigga
Bout mine nigga get it right get it right
(baby)
What you say b.g.z these niggas better get it right
Everybody stay in line
Niggas totin gats and breakin backs but
In 98 we shine
In 99 it's nigga time
And i'm gone get mine
Niggas incausterated doing time shouting fuck one time
Got limo tents with rolie's that gone line
Totin two nines shots from the front and behind
Let bitch niggas know they can't take mine
I'm using my mind cause i'm enhancing doing crime
And you gone hear it in all my rhymes
I'm moving bricks to set tricks making sure
Every hoe i fuck with suck my dick
My baby momma could miss me with that bullshit
I want the money, a rolex, a 99 roles royce kaneice slick
Niggas bettin shoutin how you luv that？ these other
Niggas keep stealin but i don't understand that
Not fucking these hoes with project pat
Nigga tell me how you love that tell me how you luv that
Repeat chorus： 2x
(project pat)
I'm yo dawg project pat ghetto section a housing
Stomach pain growling got me on the prowling
Streets got me wildin backstabbers smilin
Now i'm catchin checks for some hundreds and thousands
I'm housing these bitches man dope try to down me
Grew up in the hood so you hoes better crown me
Get from round me i'm a thug be beside me(out of state)
Wanna show love but they know they can't know they fake
When i touch ya dome won't be shit funny
Like baby and b.g. i want that cash money
The fast money i'm addicted to this fast life
Just like a drunk i'm smoking crack out that glass pipe
Yo ass might as well try to jack yo momma
I never had shit to run up and cacth troubles
A real nigga ya step ya die see yo ass
Rather try crack before you try me
Repeat chorus： 3x
13.Gold Shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
(project pat)
Hoody hoo is the one
Where we all play this game
Gold chain pinky ring
Say the hell for some fame
Hustle in to tha in
Aint afraid of the pen
Treated dogs like it's ken
Got his brand on his skin
Drankin this of that henny
I went to find some women
A hoe can come with genny
But she don't give a penny
I'm out there havin plenny
I'm slangin shit like lenny
＞from good times to south park
You can die like kenny
So try to get some money
Fo those actin funny
You stay about tha cheese mayn
Muthafuckin hunny
Now don't you be a dummy
Play me like yo mummy
I try to keep it business
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin clean
Cause paper chasin
Just i'm like a fiend
It's yo boy project pat
Never catch me droppin dimes
I'm a let my gold shine
I'm a let my gold shine
(chorus) x2
All playas hustle in
Let me see your gold shine
All my playas coming up
Let me see your gold shine
Gold rangs gold chains gold teeth on the grind
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
(crunchy black)
Could it be a dream
Crunchy bling bling
Crunchy on the scene
Rolex diamond ring
Hypnotize bling
When you see me
I'm a shine like diamond
In your fuckin screen
(dj paul)
Like a diamond
I'm a shine free
So you know its me
Every time you writin rhymes
Coco all you know its me
Bustas always hatin me
Knowin they be playin me
Get a name right
Next time you dissin me on this cd b
(gangsta boo)
Double o seven
Money i was playin on a play station
Ride by waving at you haters
Holla at ya
See ya later alligator
Skin cold world bustin
Cowards curtain
You aint fuck what you mean playa
(juicy j)
Playas from tha hollywood
Evergreen is my hood
Smokin city
Show them gold teeth
Ridin in tha woods
Brakin on some pound
In tha south
Memphis fuckin town
Chiffin on some hay
Every day
Like a coupon
(chorus) x2
(project pat)
I was ridin through the wood
Now pushin me a ？
Nobody in tha hood
Now my chrome i think i flips
I was wishin i was you
Now you wish you was me
Take a walk in my shoes
Ahh it could never be
See you playas stayin down
Till you rise like some hoe
If he true to his game
Then his game stayin in flow
Who can go
With this real ass shit
That i spit
If you real and you know it then mayn
Toss a bitch
To a real tight playa
South side playa
Mask on my mug
When i blast on a hatea
Boots what i'm pockin
Robers are watchin
Nine milaluga mayn
That's what i'm pockin
Flames i diminish
I falls to the finish
This aint popye so i don't need me spinach
I'm just a young mayn havin thangs on a grind
I'm a let my gold shine
I'm a let my gold shine
(chorus) till fade
14.Ghetty Green
Man, project pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better watch your back man
'cause your friends out to get you for your shit
This is to all these niggas crossin' us here
Smile in your motherfuckin' face
Turn around and stab you in your motherfuckin' back
In a motherfuckin' heartbeat
If i ever catch one of you niggas man
That's a motherfuckin' murder off the top, boy!
Fo' sho', nigga
(chorus) 4x
Ghetty green, ghetty green
I gotta get the green
Ghetty green, ghetty green
And that's by any means
I'm the man wit the plan
Wit the gaze, wit the mask
Steppin' up to ya fast
Layin' you in the grass
All your blood, ain't no love, on the street
Wit no police, everybody is a rat, everybody's 'bout the greens
You know me, i know you
We grew up in the pen, but it wasn't face to face
You was out, i was in
Doin' time off a crime i committed in the past
I'ma o.g. on the town
As a o.g. i'ma last
In the past i was known as that nigga who would snap
I was quick to bill a cap, but it had to be a jack-
Type move, real cool, yeah that's how he thought we was
Use ta kick it everyday, smokin' out on that bud
That's my dog, that's my nig', that's a bad young brotha
I just got out the pen, i'ma broke-lookin' sucka
Man, fuck that young busta
Eighty grand at his house
Seen his momma at the store
Stuck a nine in her mouth
(chorus) 4x
Mastermind, that's the kind of a man that's in my nature
I'ma nigga you don't trust, i'ma killer, maybe raper
I can take a person's life with a knife or a tone
Used his moms as my victim then i called him on the phone
What's up john, where the green, and i ain't gon' ask you twice
Bring it over by yourself, or i'll take your momma's life
In the life of a dealer, they can never call police
Undercover knowin' this
Secrecy, that's the key
One two three knocks at the door
Somethin's lookin' funny
Then my dog let 'im in with his friend and the money
You'se a dummy if you think i'ma let you live sucka
(aw man, thought we was straight!)
You'se a dead motherfucker!
Shot the joker in his mouth
Bullet went through his jaw
Had to take his momma out 'cause i'm down for the cause
Fuck the laws if they come
Then i'm goin' wit a blast
Looked his partna in his eyes, then i murdered his ass!
(chorus) 4x
I'm the man doin' deals wit the man gettin' robbed
It's gon' be a violent crime
One that will not get solved
When i rob me a fool
It's a duh that his bitch front like i'm sellin' ki's
Then i'm game for the switch
Switcharoo on your ass
Duffle bag full of cash
Then my thugs pullin' up cockin' pumps in the masks
Hit the dash in the black tinted chevy, trick it in
Now we on the 'spressway
Brought it down, tell my friend
Once again i done pulled off another master plan
Four days downtown
Found a chevy wit a man's dead body
Somebody shoulda known betta, dog
O.g.'s on the loose
And we gettin' 'bout our hog
Y'all niggas slangin' dope
Should expect a jackin' car jack set up, bitch
Or a damn kidnappin'
But a nigga like me
I'm your neighborhood fiend
Thinkin' of comin' clean
All about that ghetty green, ghetty green
15.Sucks On Dick
Sucks on dick...
Does it real good(get buck motherfucker, get buck)
You got these million dollar niggas
Ghetto stars, killas
Stabbin on you bitches like a jacker pullin triggas
Playas ridin twenty's, checkin tramps for money
Smellin like da chronic, ballin, doin bout a hundred
I'm callin up your wife, she wants to spin the night
She say her man aint doin right and wanna suck my pipe
Rainbow inn, 20 after 10
Me and my niggas chillin waitin on this bitch
Heard a knock at the do'
Come on in ho
I know you wit that train shit, the bitch said for sho'
Pat was hittin from the back like a can of mace
I was in the front, dick hangin in her face
I made another call, my dawgs from the town
Smokey city niggas, speed and henry watson brown
I said i got a freak that wanna do you all
She's cathin niggas nuts while she's lickin in your balls
She's a ho
Now i'm on south parkway, make a left on third
Hit that herb
Freaky wet ho, on that thunderbird, eyes red
While she givin hed, lookin for a bed
So...i can lay that body down
Then i dick her down
Where i'm found, south memphis
Found a home, decent home, pissy home
Where killas roam and the real niggas hold they own
I push it on, thump the roach out the window
These freaky hoes suckin dick for some indo
I been through round the way so i know the game
You find kappa slap a bitch to keep my dick drained
A pimp man get the money fo' he get the pleasure
An ex-con, i'ma get the charm and the treasure
A deadly measure what she take if she fuck wit me
I prob get booked without for rape cause she fuckin me
I run a bitch's game just like a ho go
Ya'll got a sugar daddy so i got an old ho
She's a ho
(repeat to fade)
16.Shake That Ass
Shake that ass ho
Make that cash ho
My name aint michael, i got a pickel
That you could suck ho, for 'bout a nickel
Diamonds that glisten, you'll come up missin
Fuck with these hitmen, bullets be spittin
Man i'm a motherfucker out here wit myself
Try to play tough guy, that's bad for yo health
Hoes in the club man, shakin and shakin
Tricks showin love man, bring home the bacon
Takin ya game to the v.i.p.p. room
Ho suck a dick up just like a vacuum
Boom from the bass and the song got ya jerkin
Man show ya gold teeth, these hoes be lookin
Rolled up a sucka, they'll put the charge too
I'm quick to buck ya, bitch i don't admire you
Either it's my way, or hit the highway
Project's the pastor, have glocks then we'll spray
Shake that ass ho
Make that cash ho
Hoes like to fuck ya, then call ya baby
Then drive ya crazy, ho you can save me
Save all that bullshit, drama and actin
Preachin's for pulpits, quit dat lip flappin
Dog, i'm attackin, heads gon' be crackin
Steps outta line and you gets a pimp smackin
Who wear the pants bitch, who made these pants bitch
You shake and dance bitch, i'm just your man bitch
I like affection, not a infection
Ho, you burn me bullets come yo direction
If you sadictic, don't you step to this
Freaky and pity, ho we can do this
Man i grew to this, playa it's in me
Up there is where these green leaves'll send me
Keep to the game be yo conversation
Straight to the brain man, that rules the nation
Shake that ass ho...
Pop (pop) dat pussy ho...('til fade)
17.Stabbers
18.Slangin' Rocks
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
19.528-cash
(project pat)
As i sit in my cell, might as well be in hell
Left a dead, two on one, fourth floor where i dwell
Couldn't tell, thought you was a man, but you was a bitch
A nigga that i'd die for really was a snitch
Let me switch back to the scene, scene of the crime
Where i left all my hopes and dreams; caught me with a .9
Duffel bag full of plenty cash, empty out safe
Hit the mask, but a nosey fag fucked up my escape
I could take any charge 'cause his death for this under
'do you plead guilty on this case？' no, your honor
Wonder, how not guilty turned to guilty
Could it be that my homeboy turned stale on me？
I can see you and the victim sittin' like a hoe
On the prosecutor's side, shove a .9 down her throat
Of a coward punk bitch, your body in a ditch
Could've sold my own soldier to see the nine clique
Click, then your carcass fall like the gavel fell
Nine years what they gave me, then took me to jail
Did i tell？ nigga, hell nah, project ain't a hoe
We can blast with them thangs or we go toe to toe
Bullets blow niggas' brains out into outer space
Killas bust on you lames then leave without a trace
Just incase you was wondering did i let him live
He's at home with his wife but he better watch his kids
Snitches, bitches, snitches, bitches... (x16)
Bitch, you can't call the police
Tell 'em watch your back. (x4)
20.Ballers
Man, why these niggas always hatin' on hynotize and cash money？
Man, fuck these niggas!
What's up wodie？ it's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth
boys
These big time hot boy$, these 3-6 boys,
Wit the self made millionaire cash money boys
You done fucked with the wrong nigga
Must they know that i ride and i shoot quicker
Should have known not to upset this lil nigga
You got a click so what nigga my click thicker
A bunch of real niggas that'll burn ya
With no waitin' catch ya slippin then jam ya up
Slangin' weight ain't no thang for me
Play by the rules
Or shit i'll kill yo' family
That's what i do
Bust ya chest wide open
And split ya fade nigga
And them all frozen
Moves from the 'k nigga
Turk don't play, when it's time to get serious
Think i'm a hoe keep it that way and stay curious
Niggas be shoutin' one love but wearin black gloves
Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for
play
Them niggas shouldn't be respected, they fake
Instead of hittin' blocks with glocks and touchin' niggas money
spot
And breakin' bread with the woman who put em in that spot
These niggas wanna trick they hoes
And play with they nose
Instead of totin' fo' fo's and movin' fuckin' kilos
Nigga i done bought more cars than niggas done bought pussy hoes
And bought more rims than niggas done fucked they main hoe in
they assholes
3-6 told me to roll and unload
But nigga fuck that
I'm tryin' to stack and mack
And that deal with universal shoulda showed that
But uptown is where its at
Playboy won't you tell me how you luv that？
Won't you tell me how you luv that？
Ballers
We be on some twanky twankies
Playa hatas get found stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of that danky danky
Big diamond rangs on our panky panky
Fuck with 3-6 mafia gon' make me millions
Fuck with cmr gon' make me some more millions
I can see it, i'm a kill 'em
And build me and building
And put some money to the side for my mom and my children
Ridin' with my nigga rambezee, to the easy
Drinkin' for my nigga babyzee and b.g.eezy
Ducked off
Tinted windows on my candy apple cut dawg
It's a classy nigga fuck yall
I'm representin' northern memphis to the fuckin' fullest
We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets
And when that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it
You see a nigga holdin gauge and you wish he would have
Rolled by yo' mama house and put her in a coma
Cuz niggas gone on that hennessey and marijuana
And now we back up in the hood on a burner phone-a
In that game slangin' came to you blood donors
It's on, coward
They call me quick draw 2 pistols lil wayne
Champagne took my brain i don't think i just aim
Drop tops on a z-3
Start shootin' like 3 burners
How come them try me
Never know me block burner
Better watch for lil shorty in black
Nigga get back
Bout to make my glock 40 click clack
Brrr kill it
It's yo life
Spill it
Playin' with the realest
Pop fire like a skillet
Now nigga what the dilly
Highly influenced on cristal
I'm warnin' you to clear the set because it gets wild
I be disguised as a mailman with a pistol
Then deliver him 50 shots and take his child
Punk bitch i dare ya
I double dare ya step against this pot belly
Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready
Weak ass them cowards try to make moves but i knock 'em out
2nd ones step yall need more help 2 barrels in his mouth
Face it when this shits fucked up you gotta deal with it
This is my game, live with it or get killed with it
These are my dice
This is my board i let you roll off
And how you gon' have ice when i cut your fuckin' water off
Chorus
It's the project nigga roll back i own them bricks
Kickin' game with the hot boy$ and 3-6
B.g., juvenile, baby, lil wayne
North memphis, uptown, and we havin' thangs
Ain't no thang when ya come real ya gotta shine
I'm strapped with a glock 9, he ain't takin' mine
We in our prime puttin' in work players never rush it
Full of gin, fucking hoes, like i'm mad russian
A discussion amongst men means a power move
Is about to be made for a come-up fool
Slang that iron when you get in my business
Hypnotize, cash money, on the rise bitch
Chorus 2x
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