Project Pat) By love real my nig Let blood spill my nig Shoot to kill my nig If ya real my nig Project Pat my nig I spit facts my nig Hang with macks
(Juicy J) Yeah Juicy J in the house with my nigga Project motherfuckin' Pat Lettin' you niggas know about respect You know what I'm sayin We gets
i'm still here though Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window It done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though [Three 6 Mafia & Project Pat
no ghetto laws I don't put pressure mane on others to ease pain Or brothers put in chains, help mothers to go insane Project Pat'll never rat, even
, a 99 Roles Royce Kaneice slick Niggas bettin' shoutin' how you love that? These other niggas keep stealin' but I don't understand that Not fucking these hoes with Project Pat
[Project Pat] (talkin) Hello, hello, hello? [Boogelou] (talkin) Pat, whats up man, whats up? [Project Pat] (talkin) Boogelou, whats up man? Man yea
car, parked round the other corner of the street Hit the gas fast, dog a nigga gotta beat the heat (Hook) Fuckin wit the nigga like Pat, you can die
[Project Pat] I been slanging on this green green that I done get cut by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz couldn't ball, down to none
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
Yea, Three 6 Mafia Featuring Project Pat, Young D Let's go Lolli, lolli, lolli, lolli Let me see you pop that body Lolli, lolli, lolli, lolli Let me
runs into the mills Brothers try to step to this but all they catch is chills No frills, Puba pays the bills Ron Studda spin the wheel back like his name was Pat
took my food Project wasn't born with a silver spoon In my mouth, in my grill wear six chain then niggas get killed One in the grave the other in jail
, Menensky (Menesky niggas around the muthafuckin' world) mobbin' Menensky mobbin', nigga Oh, Menensky (Menensky!) mobbin' Watts niggas with problems And the ?? thugs are from the projects
the boy the other day. dont to forget to beep me twice, when you get the prize, ill be sittin here proud waitin for tonight. Project Pat: Im'a let
Saddam Hussein The Night Cap, so prepare for a catscan When I turn your brain into Moogoo Gai-Pan Finger-lickin the papes like there is no other Mecca
Chorus Move Mutha Fucka, Move Mutha Fucka Move (till verse starts) (Project Pat) Should I, come wit the style that you niggaz love Gangsta's on that
the urban make your sh-t sound rural She said I hit it so deep she need an epidural Them other n-ggas have you looking like a squirral And thats nuts,