Pat, Project Filmography

• Rhyme and Punishment (2011)
• Jackass 2.5 (2007)
• Memphis or Die: The Movement - Vol. 1 (2007)
• Jackass Number Two (2006)
• Three 6 Mafia: Choices - The Movie (2001)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Y'all Niggaz Ain't No Killaz, Y'all Niggaz Some Hoes - Project Pat
• We Ain't Scared Ho - Project Pat
• Tell Tell Tell (stop Snitchin') - Project Pat
• Still Ridin' Clean - Project Pat
• Shake That Ass - Project Pat
• Rinky Dink II / We're Gonna Rumble - Project Pat
• Raised In The Projects - Project Pat
• Make Dat Azz Clap (Back Clap) - Project Pat
• Dis Bitch, Dat Hoe - Project Pat
• CHOICES - Project Pat
• Make Dat Ass Clap - Project Pat
• I'm Mo - Project Pat
• F.I.G.H.T. - Project Pat
• Ballers (Original) - Project Pat
• You Know The Biz - Project Pat
• Whole Lotta Weed - Project Pat
• Whatever Ho - Project Pat
• We're Gonna Rumble - Project Pat
• We Can Get Gangsta - Project Pat
• Up There - Project Pat
• U Know Where I'm At Boy - Project Pat
• This Pimp - Project Pat
• Stop No Show - Project Pat
• Smoke and Get High - Project Pat
• Shut Ya Mouth, Bitch - Project Pat
• Show Dem Golds - Project Pat
• On A Nigga - Project Pat
• North, North Pt. 2 - Project Pat
• Roll Wit It - Project Pat
• Ridin' Clean - Project Pat
• Represent It - Project Pat
• Posse Song - Project Pat
• Out There, Pt. 1 (Skit) - Project Pat
• Out There - Project Pat
• Ooh Nuthin' - Project Pat
• Mouth Write A Check - Project Pat
• Mission Impossible (Pt. 5 Million) (Outro) - Project Pat
• I Choose You - Project Pat
• Gorilla Pimp - Project Pat
• Ghetty Green - Project Pat
• Gel and Weave - Project Pat
• Fuckin Wit the Best - Project Pat
• Crash Da Clubs - Project Pat
• County Jail - Project Pat
• Chickenhead - Project Pat
• Cheese and Dope - Project Pat
• Bye Bye - Project Pat
• Break da Law 2001 - Project Pat
• Ass Clap - Project Pat
• 90 Days - Project Pat
• 201 Phone Call (Skit) - Project Pat
• Fuck A Bitch - Project Pat
• Easily Executed - Project Pat
• Bitch Smackin Killa - Project Pat
• Y'all Niggaz Ain't No Killaz, Y'all Niggaz Some Ho - Project Pat
• Ski Mask - Project Pat
• North North - Project Pat
• Fuckin' With The Best - Project Pat
• Don't Save Her - Project Pat
• Rinky Dink / Whatever Ho - Project Pat
• Ballers / Outro Cash Money Mix - Project Pat
• Ballers - Project Pat
• 528 Cash - Project Pat
• You Know the Biss - Project Pat
• That Drank - Project Pat
• Sucks On Dick - Project Pat
• So High - Project Pat
• Smokin Out - Project Pat
• Smoke & Get High - Project Pat
• Slangin' Rocks - Project Pat
• Run A Train - Project Pat
• Red Rum - Project Pat
• On Nigga - Project Pat
• North Memphis - Project Pat
• Niggas Got Me Fucked Up - Project Pat
• Life We Live - Project Pat
• If You Ain't From My Hood - Project Pat
• Good Googly Moogly - Project Pat
• Gold Shine - Project Pat
• Finna Start Robbing - Project Pat
• Cocaine - Project Pat
• Choppers - Project Pat
• Choose U - Project Pat
• Chickenheads - Project Pat
• Aggravated Robbery - Project Pat

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!
Yall niggaz aint no killaz yall niggaz sum hoes
Yall niggaz aint killaz yall niggaz some hoes
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
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
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

We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho
We ain't scared ho, naw we ain't scared ho
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped and Hypnotized has came
Cause we the crew are rich off in the game
The hood is hard like cotton pickin day
We breakin law just like we bayin slaves
We blaze and ride my mouth it fool of gold's
We sell the snow we also kick in do's
The murder rate increases to the full
The 'dro is passed after I take a pull
I'm hustlin sun up until sun down
A pharmacist wit client out on the town
We wild just like the gorillas in the zoo
If you fo weed then I'ma fuck wit you
Retaliation nigga it's a must
Don't get too close the rugers they will bust
I'm the main nigga on these bricks who don't give a fuck
if I had to rob a trick or a armored tuck
Lay it down don't you make a sound or I shall unload
Face the ground fo I buck you down project ain't no hoe
to the rule of society heavy in this shit
slang chan standing on my feet playa I'm da nigga
Who could say when the bullets spray that I won't get hit
that's the change my nigga strapped with extra clip
projo in and come in to blast lookin through the mask
Full of gin question neva ask murder is the task
Poppin lead till I empty the whole magazine
to yo head tryin to chop it off like a guillotine
costing me and you know I cant except a loss
In the M we like to get high and we like to cross
Who's the boss is the man standing round the chock line
Growin old with his wife and kids didn't do time
keep a trick and it ain't a hoe know dat I ain't a hoe
pull the triga back aI'm fo dome crush a cantalo upe
kill em by my weaponry
man I got no preferences
nothing but some bullets fo you punks with discrepancy
conflicts bully shit anna and I hateraed
don't be talking crazy to me hoe cause I ain't your bitch
convict busten head with a heart neva scared
quick to pull a chesten o will shoot the fuckin lead
police think they can get some
drunk and strapped with a gun
you can see what I'm bout
they goin to have to take me out
chill nigga keep it chill weak niggas fake the deal
Goin out to goin out to do some shit, hesitation got em kill
Worried bout consequence, worried bout the witnesses
Put a mask on go'n in and do the shit
Tell the nigga chop it off, make the suckas give ya some

Stop sn****
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
Stop sn****
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
Stop sn****
Police say they'll let me go if I gave up on my dawg
Don't try to observe the truth, I don't break 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 though I'm lovin' cheese
Picked it up, one more gat, some broke down to their knees
Told about murders and plots, talked about **** and glocks
Helped out on kidnappings, assisted on robbery spots
Me I kept my mouth shut, ears eyes open wide
I done witnessed lunch money took down to homicides
Project ain't a baby to this game, I's a grown mane
Birds fly mainly on a plane even in the rain
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
Stop sn****
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
Stop sn****
Let's get it, hold the hell on, what the **** is goin' on
These **** tattle tattlin' like they **** ain't wrong
God damn who ever started singing like a song
**** you's a bitch mine as well wear a thong
Got caught with some yams and a scale, scale, scale
Now this snitchin' *** **** wanna tell, tell, tell
I see the hate in your eyes, and it's not a surprise
You can quit actin' ****, I see through your disguise
They hated on Jeezy you think I give a ****
I'm still tryin' to hit the lottery and cop a bigger truck
Sometimes I wonder how I even made it this far
I'm a lucky young **** I ain't no**** rap star
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
Stop sn****
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
Stop sn****
You went to jail same charge like my **** here
He got a 20 ball, I heard that you got a year
I never fear just stay up out you **** ways
You boys hot and you got these streets in a blaze
They play cool jealousy lyin' dormant
Feds got a secret weapon called an informant
Logic of a snitch, he ain't know but I'ma let you in
Why would I do 10, when I can go on and turn in my friend
Not pokin' fun, Project Pat is only spittin' facts
Now-a-days gotta watch the **** who watchin' ya back
Manes these **** heart colder then a dead body
They'll set they own momma up, you ain't nobody
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
Stop sn****
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
I done seen **** folks tell, tell, tell
Stop sn****
Hustlers, we sure to walk this line as
**** are consiprin' to take you down, take you down, why?
Hustlers, pay attention to your environment

Still riding clean, making cheese, and getting my dick sucked
Still making cheese, riding clean, and getting my dick sucked
I swear I'm going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God it's tha pistol but tha crack back
staying on my job dealing wit hatas wit a jap slap
dealing wit this mob lice watching studio phone tapped
You best believe that I could see it from a mile away
Thought that my girl was down sleeping wit the enemy
the streets are dangerous I could be dead any day
That's why I'm riding wit my dog smoking plenty hay
This shit contagious doing dope and its killing me
Even though I know I hit the snow is you feeling me
I'm looking good twenty-three's on that flipping paint
Them twelve golds in my mouth making these bitches faint
Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games
I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang
But fuck dat one of my young niggas'll take the charge
I'm stacking loot muthafuck looking behind some bars
Out slanging brickas the project nigga row-a
A playa that's fa show-a I'm charging a hoe-a
You weak niggas know-a you step and I fire
Yo life will expire you need to retire
Yo bitch call me sire she flat like a tire
Shot nut in her eye-a on that I don't lie-a
the fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame
I keep me some powder so I'm getting brizzain
I'm out dodging felonies and fuck dat coke
Cause a nigga loving these streets and that's of course
Mane I hate to see the judge face and that's fa sho
Praying that he'll drop the case and let me go
Cause I like smoking good green Motel-io
Stick my dick in a hoe's mouth and there I go
Getting drunk off of liquor and smoking this dope
Put the green in the Swisher I'm getting blowed
You know who you are you hating ass bitch
You tried to change yo name but you can chew on my dick
I ain't playing wit you hoes and you federal snitches
Wanna walk up to this pimp and get a hole in ya tensions
Always talking 'bout the Juice hoe I been on the town
I done blowed a hundred g's hoe you homey the clown
You can call ya girlfriend and me & Pancho can meet her
She can lick our ass out or she can suck on our peters
North North is the hood bitch you know we are real
Know you scared to ride through know you gon' meet the steel
Can't forget about you cowards you be high when you talk
Nigga I fuck yo fat ass wife and put her on the house
Juicy J is the playa that you love to hate
Boy you betta get a deal or try to sell you some weight
Everytime you see me coming lemons know what I mean

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...

[Chorus]
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
[Verse One]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse Two]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse Three]
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

I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the
Tryin' to floss in the projects, mayne get ya jacked off
Run up on ya with the Mausberg, face smacked off
You could be the nigga on the curb, get ya crack off
Fingers on the trigger full of herb, never slack off
Same gorilla tactics over here, pocket swollen
Pretty white guts, rims big as a Samoalan
Jolly rancher colors on the whips we be rollin'
North Memphis, Dirty South, you know that I'm holdin'
The hood on the weight of, my nigga you stay up
Locked down now the town gettin' my pay up
It's Project Pat, the haters scream, "Oh no"
Hypnotize stackin' money by the boat load
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the
We still cock 'em up, rock 'em down, come up love, ride the town
Flexin' out, lookin' good, still the same in the hood
Full of dope, full of crosses, ain't no love, ain't no losses
Niggaz greed, want it all, cut the throat, of the bosses
Got them diamonds in the teeth, in the watch, in the range
Diamond out, necklace, diamond out, Fendi frame
You stay sweatin' the police cars on bricks
Givin' fake names mayne dodgin' all warrants
In the projects dope bodies'll get hauled off
You got twelve years old I'm shootin' sawed off
These big booty chickens got suckers turnin' necks
Project Pat, Dirty South, welcome to the projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects
I was raised in the projects, projects

Make dat ass clap make it snap (talk to me now)
Make dat ass smack when I slap (talk to me now)
If you is the baddest booty the phatest
Let me hear you holla out I yi yi
Its ya boy P-A-Tza knowin pat'll please her
hit from the back cuz these gals off the heeza
bend ova or stroke it yo butt gets a pokin
the hydro is smokin theres nutt in ya throatin
yo booty is floatin all round the rooma
my thang full of gin so dat puddy is dooma
assume the position mug in the pillow
hand on the head bow best not to let go
hand may a slippin head gets a crackin
I'm all on dat clittin back gets a smackin
a doggin a slappin my thang in yo stomach
now move 4 we drank cuz youz bout to vomit
you swear you can take it so baby dont fake it
lets gone get a room get high and get naked
you say that you real and you claimin the hoody
tha rubber to thang and my thang in yo puddy
Its gold mouth stackin dollars
where yo sista at cuz she swallors
big juicy fat I must hollars
see you in yo pants I may foll'her
wearin tight clothes make yall scholars
freaky yung broads that luv ballers
hesitate to talk nigga stallers
you can let the steam out yo collar
luv gettin stuck on 4 hours
ja-cu-zie livin room showers
nipples on hard some big knockers
eyes got bigga than blue blockers
coochie real tight like school lockers
treat a lame dude like a true socka
most gonna pay cuz they luv her
dog anyway I will knock her
There she go there she go with them g's and strings
my nigga dont you know she will do some things
droppin that to the flo bendin knees and bows
poke it out let it hang then touch ya toes
never shame in her game its just like a bitch
she will suck on dat thang like some lick-a-rich
it'll snap crackle pop call me captain crunch
got me balled in a knot eat me up fa lunch
that bootys a big'n good fa dat hittin
thick like a rhino can do a splittin
you'll get a stickin like in a flickin
hit the right spot and cum start drippin
a flirtin a skirtin a weaver a dirt'n
you screamin to stop I'm showin no mercy
wake up kinda early ya breath smeelin perky

Dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat is in this motherfucker, I know niggas hate
I know niggas wanna see me some where starvin' for a plate
Cause they bitches like to talk about us like they lick our balls
I don't never call that hoe and she love my dirty draws
I'm a North Memphis pimp so you better recognize
Let cha' hoe suck my dick while I'm lookin' in her eyes
I know y'all be tellin' lies, lyin' on ya dick ain't real
Nigga say he fucked my bitch and he couldn't wait to steal
But it's all to the goody though cause she payin' me
Free fuck for a hoody hoe, never playin' me
To the curb with my Thunderbird while I'm smokin' herb
In the tub, playa rub-a-dub I just say the word
And her pussy'll open up like a says me
I'm the first in the hood to fuck so ya praise me
Off this bitch, I'ma check her butt, I ain't lazy
Man a housewife from a slut, is ya crazy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis, dis, dis, d-dis, dis, dis, d-dis
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see that pussy biiitch
Come through with a donation that'll make you riiich
Bigger lips on a pussy, let me see it blow a kiiiss
In the back with the yac now they blowin' on Ludacriiis
I can see it in her eeeyes
Gave me the pussy for a burger and some friiies
And they always wonder whyyy
Cause I put em' in a room and get em' so fuckin' hiiigh
Luda, I'm so true to smokin' that stanky buddha
My panky shinin' with diamonds, my index on a Ruger
I wet these hoes in they sleep so just call me Freddy Kruger
The Boogie Man, oogie, woogie, give me that oogah, boogah
You can't deny it, no passin' by it, you gotta try it
I'm number one, public enemy power gotta fight it
I got my gun and my identity started a fuckin' riot
We havin' fun, it's some Siminese pussy, like it, buy it
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
You can get a room on ya free time, now that we alone
Tell that buster quit callin' you, turn off ya phone
It's the big dick monster, from the back puncher
Bang, bang, skeet, skeet, pull it out launcher
Juicy, juicy, fat, fat, cum run down ya crack
Man fuck a towel, I'ma let it shoot on her back
Ridin' Lac with the TV's, find a prostitute
Missy got this with ya bank, I'm gon' fuck with chu'
All in pursuit for a bitch with low self-esteem
(Man she say her pimp is a bitch), bitch what the fuck you mean
It could seem like I ain't strapped but it's in the holster
2-0-1 a revolvin' door or a roller coaster
Gettin' most of the game from these motherfuckin' jail walls
Hoes can't resist on these streets, hoes kissin' balls
Breakin' pimp laws, bitch that'll get cha' pimp smacked
You ain't got no cheese, oh that'll get cha' head cracked

If you had a choice of colors
Which one would you choose, my brothers?
If there was no day or night
Which one you prefer to be right?
Another day means another way
I can get some pay guys are gray
But the turning blue for a player true
To the game, all aboard the train
Those who kept it real couldn't hang I'm a holler man
This one you feel well, I feel choices I made
Ways to get paid if I lay down on my back
Then I won't get jacked Project Pat
Never fake the deal all about a meal
Keep a strap for the wolf pack out here trying to steal
'Cause I still think some of y'all
Wanna see my fall but I ball that's in any weather
Can we stick together? All is one but I know it's some
Always wanna preach that I'm wrong
'Cause I rap a song lyrically I reach
To the youth and I'm getting paid and I'm out the slum
Legally ghetto fabulous player give me some
Count my props 'cause I never stop
Trying to get laid
Feeling good stacking dollar bills choices I made
If you had a choice of colors
Which one would you choose, my brothers?
If there was no day or night
Which one you prefer to be right?
Here I go with a steady flow finally it last
On the bricks not behind bars come back in the past
Had no cash and I had no car so I had to do anything
Just to maintain sipping on the brew not a fool
Keeping hazards down to a minimum, staying cool
Down with my hood Memphis Hollywood understood
Everybody can't play the same role
Make a choice, do it legally or you slang dope
But I hope that the choice made is the one for you
Have a clue, gotta know yourself
Hustle to your death making wealth
With a pad and pen walking out the pin
Making steps to be right on top of my game again
See my friend, you the master of your destiny it can be
What you want it to man it's all on you player
Who wanna blow a dub ease on the brain
Ain't no pain just a lot of love curving through your vain
If you had a choice of colors
Which one would you choose, my brothers?
If there was no day or night

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Make dat ass clap make it snap (talk to me now)
Make dat ass smack when I slap (talk to me now)
If you is the baddest booty the phatest
Let me hear you holla out I yi yi
[verse 1]
Its ya boy P-A-Tza knowin pat'll please her
hit from the back cuz these gals off the heeza
bend ova or stroke it yo butt gets a pokin
the hydro is smokin theres nutt in ya throatin
yo booty is floatin all round the rooma
my thang full of gin so dat puddy is dooma
assume the position mug in the pillow
hand on the head bow best not to let go
hand may a slippin head gets a crackin
I'm all on dat clittin back gets a smackin
a doggin a slappin my thang in yo stomach
now move 4 we drank cuz youz bout to vomit
you swear you can take it so baby dont fake it
lets gone get a room get high and get naked
you say that you real and you claimin the hoody
tha rubber to thang and my thang in yo puddy
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[verse 2]
Its gold mouth stackin dollars
where yo sista at cuz she swallors
big juicy fat I must hollars
see you in yo pants I may foll'her
wearin tight clothes make yall scholars
freaky yung broads that luv ballers
hesitate to talk nigga stallers
you can let the steam out yo collar
luv gettin stuck on 4 hours
ja-cu-zie livin room showers
nipples on hard some big knockers
eyes got bigga than blue blockers
coochie real tight like school lockers
treat a lame dude like a true socka
most gonna pay cuz they luv her
dog anyway I will knock her
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[verse 3]
There she go there she go with them g's and strings
my nigga dont you know she will do some things
droppin that to the flo bendin knees and bows
poke it out let it hang then touch ya toes
never shame in her game its just like a bitch
she will suck on dat thang like some lick-a-rich
it'll snap crackle pop call me captain crunch
got me balled in a knot eat me up fa lunch
that bootys a big'n good fa dat hittin
thick like a rhino can do a splittin
you'll get a stickin like in a flickin
hit the right spot and cum start drippin
a flirtin a skirtin a weaver a dirt'n
you screamin to stop I'm showin no mercy
wake up kinda early ya breath smeelin perky
you try kissin me and you needin a cert'n
[Chorus]

yea mane I heard the nigga been talking real bad about me mane
for real?
nigga sayin he gonna kill me
he gonna kill ya
he gonna get me, when he see me
mane dont that, don€™t that trick ass nigga know you over their on the parkway
nigga I€™m straight south Memphis, Im always in the muthafuckin hood I don€™t
know whats up with this bitch
mane that coward ass boy aint gonna do shit
Chorus (Dj Paul)
Now if you want it boy
You know where I€™m at boy
Now if you want it boy
You know where I bees boy
Now if you want it boy
You know where I€™m at boy
(and Ill kill anyone who dares to go against me)
(Lord Infamous)
Im mo south Memphis cause I am the king of S.P.V
Im mo south Memphis ask them niggas down on Victor Street
Im mo south Memphis just like ellis in a sofu play
Im mo south Memphis like a razor and a saucer tray
Im mo south Memphis like some junkies at a car wash
Im mo south Memphis hit the southside strip at two o€™clock
Im mo south Memphis always killin up at night and day
Im mo south Memphis cause I always got a bag of bay
Im mo south Memphis hate the club throwin the funky town
Thats when you got the pinky finger and ????
Im mo south Memphis yea fuckin town chronic city
Im mo south Memphis cause I like my syrup thick and gritty
Im mo south Memphis out to cash my checks at liquor stores
Im mo south Memphis found a whole plate and ????? holes
Im mo south Memphis mane I chopped em at the wig shop
Im mo south Memphis ????????????????? Infamous
Chorus
(Project Pat)
Im mo north Memphis than a beat curl that aint done
Im mo north Memphis than a car thief on the run
Im mo north Memphis than some dog food up my nose
Im mo north Memphis in the hood scooping junkie hoes
Im mo north Memphis house full of hoes fixin hair
While I€™m in the back sellin crack weed in the aire
Im mo north Memphis than the [store] car metro market
Im in that muthafucka steelin money in my pocket
Im so north Memphis just like dope fiends after dark
Buck wild as hell like that short end uphide park
Im mo north Memphis than a drug deal goin bad
The dope aint jumpin back right dog you been had
Im mo north Memphis in the hood clubs startin shit
Im mo north Memphis rollen mall whoopin onna bitch
Im mo north Memphis [dance] all night on the porch
Drankin the Paul A. Mousson weed to the torch
Chorus
(Dj Paul)
Im mo Blackhaven than a dodge dope dodging dog
Im mo Blackhaven than the muthafuckin southblack ball
Im mo Blackhaven than a chevy with new front and back
Its mismatched cause the nigga aint even painted it yet
Im mo Blackhaven than the percs on Elvis Presley ya here
Im mo Blackhaven than a nigga sayin work somethin here
Im mo Blackhaven than you niggas buckin hill crest
You try to test I hope you got somethin to protect yo chest
(Frayser Boy)
Yo
Im mo Frayser than a nigga sellin dope from pay [phones]
Nigga Im mo Frayser when Im mobbin in my draws with a tone
Nigga Im mo Frayser gotta thirty in me cap in the car
Nigga Im mo Frayser hoe [is working] but she think she a star
Nigga Im mo Frayser got my pure rapped in a brown paper sack
Nigga Im mo Frayser robbin niggas with no bullets and gatt
Nigga Im mo Frayser than a nigga wildin in a box chevy
Nigga Im mo Frayser put two dollars in the tank [for a penny]
Chorus 2x

Fight
It's about to be some shit nigga we here now
We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now
I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch
We gon' fight up in this bitch
Swang a fist at ya bitch and I swear I'm crackin jaws
When I'm high and I'm lit aw to hell wit them laws
I ain't givin a got damn you got beef then I'm launchin
In tha streets them bullets in tha club bitch I'm punchin
Muhafuckas lights out cave a suckas skull in
Niggas in here mad but they betta tuck they mugs in
Boys run they mouth and eat up more shit than a goat
Represent tha south and knock ya gold grill down ya throat
Liquor and dat white pump ya up like ya Hercules
I'ma be polite you get wrong we gon beat ya please
Don't you be excused Mr. Bennett I'ma put you in it
You came wit them dudes yall done started but we gonna finish
Fuckin off wit lames in this club fuckin night off
You got ugly on ya face we gon' beat it right off
Overheard a nigga sayin that he wanna jack me
I ain't worried about it cause this tone s gonna back me
Who tha buckest up in here Who tha buckest up in here
My nigga my hood so you cowards betta fear
Mane you hoes don't wanna clown if you do we beat ya down
On you let bullets spray parkin lot its going down
Startin shit pullin niggas cards playin goldfish
Bumpin one of us and we gon whoop you like you our bitch
Pay attention muhfucka we clickin like a gun
Mobbin on you punk suckas mane this ain't one on one
Cause its more like ten on two eyes red marijuana
He put up a fight so we gon beat him in a coma
Nigga constantly beckin so he caught some of this drama
Just a few days lata pine box to his mama
A Moet bottle is a nice lil head jamma
Slap you in ya dome bust yo shit like a sledgehammer
Ramma jamma we is doin damage to a busta
Give a damn-a who'll violate you muthafuckas
You can step right on up we layin smack down
Now we don't give a fuck cause we gon' crackdown
On you hoes who'll suck and ridin niggas nuts
Playas all in tha club and chargin these sluts
Niggas don't wanna buck that ain't what ya need
Beat his ass to a pulp and took all his weed
Pocketknife you get stuck jailhouse Pop-a-lar
In ya back in ya guts on ya head droppin ya
Swellin eyes bustin lips just like Thunderdome
In da car extra clips you won't make it home
Treatin you like a bitch cause that's what ya is
Cut blood out yo wig playa can you dig
Plastic surgery scalpin like an engine
Don't be testin me mane yo eye get blackened
Neva will miss a week I'ma keep it hood style
If ya down for ya street throw some bows get it wild
I'ma whoop this bitch (why) cause I don't like him

[Hook(2x)] Ballers we be on some twinkies twinkies
Playa hataz get found stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of dat danky danky
Big diamond rings on ou pinky pinky
[Project Pat]
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
[Hook]
[Project Pat]
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
Im hustlin my friend
Know what I mean my friend
Cuz down here itz all about da ghetty green my friend
[Hook(1x)]
[Gangsta Boo] Wha Wha
[Project Pat] I here you ballin like dat
[Gangsta Boo]
You dig me daddy like dat
I'm in the rover 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, rollin like dat
So can you get it like dat
Yo iz your pimpin like dat
Or iz you copy cattin tha 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 alley like dat
I'm tryna come up like dat
I'm kinda freaky on some x, cuz I'm horny like dat
I'll take 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?

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

Real playaz like to smoke a (whole lotta weed)
Drinkin bottles of that liquor (all that we need)
This 9mm (will make you bleed)
I advise you niggaz (don't fuck wit me)
Real playaz like to smoke a
Stroke a offa in her throata
Bend ova let me poke her
Dont take me fo a joka
Hollows will make ya croaka
My hands around your throata
Grip grip tight and choke her
Hate hate me fo no reason
Beat beat yo like a ??
Pumpkin head whatchu getta
It must be killin season
For some droppas and suckas
Coward ass mothufuckas
Poppin off that cappa
Could get chu killed like othas
Maybe its not yo time
Maybe it could be mine
Then put me in a box and burry me wit my nine
Forty-Fo and my side
Hatas up in ??
Wishin they put tha bullets up in my body
But thats if im a gonna
When i smell the aroma
Of brown cold liquor and polted marijuana
Project Pat in this bitcha
Tryin to man get richa
The first hit off this dope is gonna getcha
Stay down about cho gama
Fama i never claima
For those who are a stranga
Strange couse i do not knowa
Chip chip on yo shoulda
Im knockin out yo teeths
Hits hard just like a boulda
Im creepin in the Nova
A nigga done got boulda
His life is gon be ova
Grey tape with clip bananna
I kidnap i can handle
He came to me with Anna
He should of mind his manners
I hit him with the tecca
Damn near tore off his necka
He prayin im gon squosh him
He shoulda prayed to Mecca
You hataz like to tick me
Squeeze triggaz till im empty
This weed turned me out
I damn near let it ??
Smokin nothin but that fire
(Damn that was my last line dog)
Nigga you's a lia
So you tryin to screw me
I told you not to do me
Im drinkin on that brewsky
This shit is goin threw me
Whole lotta whole lotta whole lotta..........
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Out the pen
One more get
Is yo dog stackin ens
Makin cheese fuckin hoes
Knockin ducks off they toes
Up the nose
Goes the white
Pimpin hoes take a flight
Like a kite like a plane
My nigga im the man
Mista dont take no shit
Mista well take yo bitch
Ten toes bout to bes
Cowards cant handle these
Scandle these ? north
Bout to bust on my boys
Check niggaz fo they grip
Pistols ? busted lip
Busted chops thats yo ass
Punk bitch wheres the cash
Money green chedder cheese
All bitches hit they knees
Serve em up ready to rock
Disturbute them ??
Always keep a mere glock
Place it up to your back
Fat sacks your smokin on
Mack man wit a tone
P-A-T bout the lout
Ridin by then i shoot
Whos to say cheefin hay
Hustlin to get pay
Round the clock
Round the way

[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 any niggaz gonna talk dat shit
about da Cruchy fuckin' Black, 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
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
Whatever, whatever ho
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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse One]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse Two]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse Three]
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

Hello, hello, hello?
Pat, whats up man, whats up?
Boogelou, whats up man?
Man yea man, a nigga done messed me off down here dawg.
I got caught for a weak azz pistol charge. Man dese folkz
gon try and make a nigga do a whole mutha fuckin calendar dawg.
I need ya to send me sumthin.
I gotcha, what happened?
Man, I was messin off wit my nigga, man dis shit fucked up!
I gotta call from my dawg, Gangsta Fred jus da other day
Met some nigga from da other way, wanna purchase llao (weed)
Said dey wanna get good shit for da low-low
Fred grew-up wit dis nigga by da bayou
Could be da po-po, dats da way my mind think
Thought about da shit for a minute, den I took a drank
Thinkin of a coma, knowin I aint gonna fall
Call up my cousin, Poncho, let em rob, assault
Den he ball off, wit da goods to a ron-de-vou, spot
Handed Fred back his dope, den we split da loot
Rudy-Poo's, always gettin, got, sumthin serious
Infactuated wit da game, very curious
Dat'll kill da cat, cause da game ain't to be told
Quit smokin crack, my nigg-a, it's to be sold
Gettin old, never worries me, I don't giva fuck
?? stayed on mind, call dat nigga up.
If you hoes wanna go dere
We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In da streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
We can set dis shit up, for a, secluded area
Tell em bring himself, and da duffle-bag carrier
Met him 4am, hit Creek Hill, at a Exxon
In a hot car, tech-9 and a rouger gun
Another nigga came, wit da nigga, dey got out of 'Lac (Caddilac)
Fred slammed da door, crossed da trunk, "Where da cheese at?"
Nigga took a sniff, and he seen dat da shit was straight
Said dat da loot was in his trunk, now I'm thinkin, "Wait."
"What's goin on?", partner took da dope off da trunk
Raisin up my tech, nigga in da trunk, raised da pump
Bullets popped off, Fred caught one, in da chest
Lucky for my nigg', he was wearin bullet proof vest
Shootin tech, but I coulda died, cause it jammed up
Pump at my dome, dat's when Poncho feet had slammed up
Shot da .45, blowin both niggaz azz off
Think we got em down, wit da cheese and da sawed-off.
If you hoes wanna go dere
We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In da streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
Two weeks later, still knowin bout da fuckery
Move dat a nigga pulled, spot a police watchin me
Watchin me, cause I fit description of a suspect
Pullin me, over, now he askin where my license at
"Officer, I done left my wallet at da house, sir."
Still took me Down-town, cause da police don't care
Down in lower-level, man a simple situation
Turned into, a 72-hour investigation
Ima ex-con, so I don't need a walk through
To dis jail shit, wonderin, "Who did dey talk to?"
Could've been my dawg, not my nigg', dat's a hell naw
Dey done found my tech, but I ain't got shit to tell ya'll
Feelin kinda sick, cause dey finna send me up da river
Couldn't be a snitch, cause I can't tell on my nigga
Tech, didn't match da gun, Woons(police) bout to let me go
Stuck wit da gun charge, violated my parole.
If you hoes wanna go dere
We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)
In da streets, we don't play fair
We can get gangsta, we can get gangsta, we can get gangsta.
(Boom, boom, boom wit da trigga, I can...)

Hook(2x)
Up there up there
Smokin' that bud will 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
[Krayzie Bone]
Lost in smoke of mighty reefer
Nigga, just like Colt 45 it works every time
Me and Three 6 Mafia we smoke and ride wit Hypnotize
Minds -- Thug line.
Nigga roll it up and let's smoke one
HEY! Did somebody say weed
Nigga dats my Thing, I love it
Puff it every day
Shit if it wasn't for da reefa 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
Shh.
Listen
tssss
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, keep me noid, but eyes wide open
And I'm scopin while I'm tokin
On this potent shit I'm ready to roll it
[Hook]
[Project Pat]
You know naturally I'm high
Down in Memphis we smokin on dat 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 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
[Hook]
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
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

yea mane I heard the nigga been talking real bad about me mane
for real?
nigga sayin he gonna kill me
he gonna kill ya
he gonna get me, when he see me
mane dont that, don€™t that trick ass nigga know you over their on the parkway
nigga I€™m straight south Memphis, Im always in the muthafuckin hood I don€™t
know whats up with this bitch
mane that coward ass boy aint gonna do shit
Chorus (Dj Paul)
Now if you want it boy
You know where I€™m at boy
Now if you want it boy
You know where I bees boy
Now if you want it boy
You know where I€™m at boy
(and Ill kill anyone who dares to go against me)
(Lord Infamous)
Im mo south Memphis cause I am the king of S.P.V
Im mo south Memphis ask them niggas down on Victor Street
Im mo south Memphis just like ellis in a sofu play
Im mo south Memphis like a razor and a saucer tray
Im mo south Memphis like some junkies at a car wash
Im mo south Memphis hit the southside strip at two o€™clock
Im mo south Memphis always killin up at night and day
Im mo south Memphis cause I always got a bag of bay
Im mo south Memphis hate the club throwin the funky town
Thats when you got the pinky finger and ????
Im mo south Memphis yea fuckin town chronic city
Im mo south Memphis cause I like my syrup thick and gritty
Im mo south Memphis out to cash my checks at liquor stores
Im mo south Memphis found a whole plate and ????? holes
Im mo south Memphis mane I chopped em at the wig shop
Im mo south Memphis ????????????????? Infamous
Chorus
(Project Pat)
Im mo north Memphis than a beat curl that aint done
Im mo north Memphis than a car thief on the run
Im mo north Memphis than some dog food up my nose
Im mo north Memphis in the hood scooping junkie hoes
Im mo north Memphis house full of hoes fixin hair
While I€™m in the back sellin crack weed in the aire
Im mo north Memphis than the stole car metro market
Im in that muthafucka steelin money in my pocket
Im so north Memphis just like dope fiends after dark
Buck wild as hell like that short end uphide park
Im mo north Memphis than a drug deal goin bad
The dope aint jumpin back right dog you been had
Im mo north Memphis in the hood clubs startin shit
Im mo north Memphis rollen mall whoopin onna bitch
Im mo north Memphis dife all night on the porch
Drankin the Paul A. Mousson weed to the torch
Chorus
(Dj Paul)
Im mo Blackhaven than a dodge dope dodging dog
Im mo Blackhaven than the muthafuckin southblack ball
Im mo Blackhaven than a chevy with new front and back
Its mismatched cause the nigga aint even painted it yet
Im mo Blackhaven than the percs on Elvis Presley ya here
Im mo Blackhaven than a nigga sayin work somethin here
Im mo Blackhaven than you niggas buckin hill crest
You try to test I hope you got somethin to protect yo chest
(Frayser Boy)
Yo
Im mo Frayser than a nigga sellin dope from pay falls
Nigga Im mo Frayser when Im mobbin in my draws with a tone
Nigga Im mo Frayser gotta thirty in me cap in the car
Nigga Im mo Frayser hoe a ???? but she think she a star
Nigga Im mo Frayser got my pure rapped in a brown paper sack
Nigga Im mo Frayser robbin niggas with no bullets and gatt
Nigga Im mo Frayser than a nigga wildin in a box chevy
Nigga Im mo Frayser put two dollars in the tank cause Im petty
Chorus 2x

Talking...
Hoe I know you got this loot
fuck around make me shoot
up I'm like I'm a rocket
yea I knock it when I hit them boots
make that pussy wetter then
running like a faucet tap
though we get ya stupid then
yo face is gonna get a slap
thorough breds are on the map
pimps are riding checky tramps
prostituting straight up looting table dances in ya lap
keep a cough drop in ya cap
like the way that booty flap
nine hundred every night so you know that pussy snap
take me off the weight of fame
Im'a let you run ya game
but if it don't profit us that'll bring a pimp to shame
swang a fist bout a her eye
kiss my dick never good-bye
fuck around and break ya leg hoe if ya tell a lie
biggest booty in the club-ah
I'm the dad you the mother
out here corning like no other
you's a freaky muthafucka
what they used to say to ya
hooker now they paying ya
me & you done falled off broke yea thats what they praying for
You don't never wanna try (This Pimp this pimp)
I'll bust ya head you tell a lie (Don't trip don't trip)
Im'a look you in ya eye (And take grip and take grip)
You get wrong you recieve (A fat lip a fat lip)
I'm bout to whip on this maggot means nothing bitch
got a cute little face and a tight little switch
getting rich off the chick'ill never happen in a milli-ion
tired just from now cuz she a civilian
not a soldier to this army'ill make ya change
come up shorter and your face Im'a re-arrange
you was looking strange but your pockets looking stranger
I was bumpin me some ruffin in the changer
swollen eyes busted lips but you know I'm loving you
in the club shakin hips everyday I'm cussing you
bitch I'm never trusting you thats because I'm smart hoe
other niggas give ya cheese they ain't got no heart though
hoe I'm gonna start yo ass with empty purse
break you like a cash register then put in hearse
conscience to the grave and I hope that you can see
that I must get paid if you wants to fuck with me
Peter pipper beat the bitch
sweeped her in the conflict
through the town spit his game
introduced her to a trick
make-up hoe like a queen
cooking cakes candy rings
feeling up her pussy hole
rub her for the dingalings
but the hoe didn't meet her quarter
so I walked out in an order
break away from getting slapped start running for the border
known to whip you out your draws
bitch done went & told them laws
got domestic violent charge in the morning out them bars
duck niggas hate this shit
catch'em going quack quack
try snitching to a bitch trying to hold the mack back
but it ain't gone happen cuz the playas out here rapping
to these hoes laying down the law while I get the cap'n
head cracking in a brick wall
got me in a midst brawl
showing out infront of folk
that'll make me kill ya'll
muthafuckin ass beat ya down like ya stole something
turn right around hey hoe let me hold something

feat. La Chat
[Project pat] man, I'm tired of this shit
you need to get yo shit, and get
[La Chat] Fuck you, you get yo muthafuckin shit
I don't give a fuck who name on the light bill
yo muthafuckin ass up out of here
[La Chat] Nigga, dem yo stank ass, dirty ass draws on the muthafuckin floor
get dem dirty ass draws, and clothes
[Project pat] ahh, you got me so mess up now,
[La Chat] Nigga, you already mess up
[Project pat]let me tell you something man, look all you
[La Chat] yo name on the rent, I don't give a fuck, THIS MY SHIT, I RUN THIS
[Project pat] WHAT, all you doing is cooking that burnt ass chicken,
eating popcorn, and drinking, and drinking all damn day
[La Chat] nigga, It fed yo muthafuckin ass, you ain't had no
problem when you was eating the shit, lickin' yo fingers and shit
[Project pat] man, you got me mess up!
[La Chat] FUCK YOU!
[chorus] (Project Pat)
I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right)
So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right)
Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right)
Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right)
[La Chat]
I got you hot, I'm at the top of the charts, so muthafuck ya
Nigga you can get the fuck on, cause I don't love ya
I don't want ya trick, fuck the hoes that you cheated wit
Now, we ain't together, you be claiming, you ain't gotta a bitch
Nigga please, know that you thought, that I would leave ya
Nigga please, know that you thought, a bitch need ya
Fuck you up, is for the good that I done left ya, man
La Chat got ya sick, cause I'm moving on to better things
Gotta nigga break down fuck me all against the wall
Tell me that he love me, taking shopping sprees at the mall
Clean my truck, keep yo son, boy, I'm out here living large
When I'm on my tour, he be giving me his credit cards
When I hit the door, we be fuckin on the kitchen floor
He be eating my pussy, but of course you know you is the pro
Fuckin up wit you, had me thinking dreams ain't true
Now, sittin' here thinking, why the fuck I every fuck wit you
[chorus] (Project Pat)
I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right)
So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right)
Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right)
Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right)
[Project Pat]
I'm have to holla back at cha, flip you like a spatula
Turn you into a bachelorette and I'm a be a bachelor
I'm a la spectacular, living like a macula
No, fix hair, fresh clothes, you on crackula
Dollars we can stackula, you wanted to actula
Like you was the boss, and you suck me dry like Dracula
You deserve a smackula, better yet a snapula
Right across yo lips, work your hips on the trackula
Fuck 'em til you sense-u-less, captin so ridiculous
Never hear, what you say, cause you speaking gibberish
You the bitch, yapping squaw, for some dick, on the stalk
You done got your walking papers, now its time for you to walk
Step on off and be a mom, dem yo kids I got none
You at home feeding yo son, but I'm out having fun
Riding clean smelling good, dipping in ya neighborhood
Saw you at the mattabus, looking hard, wish ya could
[chorus] (Project Pat)
I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right)
So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right)
Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right)
Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right)
[Project Pat]
I'm a gorilla on a ho-a, so BITCH don't you start
The cap cock booty ho, and the every card
Go steal a credit card, so we can play some paper
You got a rumpshaker, now that's a moneymaker
I'm mean a dummy breaker, don't be no instigator
I'll beat the brakes on yo ass like the terminator
I used to fuck, freaky slut, in the bo, bo (booty)
I fired you, now you looking like some dodo
A rudy poo poo, that what ya really is
Ain't buying shit for dem rats, ho dem ain't my kids
You come a crying back-a, the key is what you lack- a
You drink some gasoline, I'm a bout to strike a match-a
I don't got nothing for-a, see you and I ignore ya
You used to be a vette (corvette), now you an old Explorer
It ain't a thang you can do to get back in either
You won't even get the privilege to suck peter
[chorus] (Project Pat)
I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right)
So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right)
Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right)
Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right)

(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)

Shut ya mouth shut ya mouth shut shut ya mouth bitch
shut ya mouth
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
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
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
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
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
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

Northside hoe, Southside hoe
Eastside hoe, Westside hoe
Where dem gang, gang signs (show ya golds, show ya golds)
Where dem hood, hood signs (throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows)
It's the return of the gangsta - like my niggas OutKast
Smokin' on the dank-a - shut ya mouth, I might pass
Niggas off the heezy, fuck all at the fuckin' bar
On the floor or in the parking lot they throw it out the car
If they throw the wrong sign - niggas better handle it
Fuck goin' outside - right here you gettin' wet
I'm glad for this here, all I know is this here
And you thinkin' I'ma let you disrespect this shit here
Before I blow a nigga ass off - him and his hoe
Ready to rob me a bitch and get the fuck out the do'
This shit is real dumb nigga, who fucka say we playin'
Boy you in the wrong land, fuckin' wit a grown man
It's: "MAFIA, MAFIA" from the beginning into ending
While you grinnin' I whoop yo ass, bitch in one inning
You know the biz, Three 6 is the name boy
You heard my sign now won't you show me what you claim boy
We up all night, we smokin' that shit
Somebody run they mouth and then we bop on the bitch
They called us niggas, we run in packs
Some playa hate this skin because the color is black
We sag our jeans, the ride be clean
Them twanky-twin-twins make them rims be mean
We bracing ahead, we trust in the lead
The fool we don't like is police and the Fed.'s
And if you violate - get that tone to the head
And if ya girl approach us - we'll see her in bed
I'll probably own her flick 'cause she ain't nothin' to us
A neighborhood chewer-hut, hoodrat, slut
We people on the left - and we folks on the right
We throwin' up them thangs - and we startin' them fights
The swinging we be doin' is a ugly site
We sleep in the morning and we come out at night
Fuck around and get gun end, straight up out the pen
From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the Gin
You can win if you squeeze first - hollow points disperse
You may leave in an ambulance or inside a hearse
Niggas curse when they get caught, then they go to jail
Took a purse with the gold watch - but I can't make bail
Yeah its sad, but I did the crime, I except the time
Just another broke hood nigga - cheese up on my mind
Grab the nine, wanna make change
Suckers lay it down, Project Pat and them Three 6 niggas who get down
'Bout that loot, let the bullets shoot - get across your grill
I'm a North Memphis dinner thief - all about a meal
And I will still retaliate, all you ones that hate
I'm a rider for Hypnotize, move or wrapped in tape
A survivor so realize, catchin' you on late
In the bushes don't be surprise, you gon' meet your fate
...show ya golds, show ya golds
...throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows
...show ya golds, show ya golds

Hello, Hello
Man, pat wassup man
wassup nigga
man these niggas done come up in da mofuckin crib and got me fo my shit dawg.
yea uhh what if i told you i was that nigga?
man quit playin though forreal though man..
naw you aint heard me dawg..i got your mo'fuckin shit nigga.
what the fuck you gonna do about it?
fuck you nigga
i'll see you boy
As a youngsta dunza what i specialize in
me and my dawgs selling dope on the rizin
rizin in the years we together in this hood man
strugling together straight prayin for the good man
your life means to me than my own do
when you had some beef i went and shot on they whole crew
I do what i gotta do cuz im your right hand
youza lot older than me im your little man
man time flys man we all but too older
you'da came up flippin papers to boulders
told ya, that im down wit you till the graveyard
me and you got caught with some work in the same car
you was facin more time than me behind bars
i was 17 and a half so i took the charge
you got larger, heard now you own a crack house
i did 2 years and they let a nigga back out
CHORUS 2X
sayz youza on nigga on nigga
fuck wit your boy
know em good n well
i grew up wit your boy
youza on nigga on nigga
dont try to flage
you gon make a nigga like me catch a charge

Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my nigg
It's on, fool
North, raise your thumbs up nigga
North, north in this thang
And you know we running thangs
Everybody raise your thumbs
Everybody show your gangs
March in a circle man
Muscle up until you strain
Project Pat and Juicy J them niggas
With them gold fangs
Yes we keep the lightest dope
Yeah we has the freakest hoes
Then we ride to Evergreen
On the block is where we post
Policeman can't stop this
I think they ought to stop it
I'm talking in that ghetto English
Saying fucking bastards
Gangsta, niggas walk up in the club
High as hell, because we full of drugs
What gang you claim, the way they wear them hats
Don't get too close, be careful we be strapped
We put it on the map
We keep out cheese in flaps
And if you see me in the hood
You better give me dap
I'm known as a veteran
My picture should be stamped
From Smoky City to Hollywood, they wild over there, yeah
If you ain't from my hood
You can get the hell from 'round here
Cause me gon' smoke hydro
And we gon' drank beer
It ain't no mu'fuckin secret
Cause we some thugs
It ain't hard for you to peep it
We sellin drugs
So don't you cowards step wrong
Smith and Wess-on
These automatics have ya ass singing a different song
A mega blast from these rocks get the track jumpin
A North Memphis nigga sell dope or taking something
Your car bumpin', riding clean and you seeming bold
And now you wonder why we kicking in your back door
This ain't no suburb, my nigg this the ghetto
And you gon' come through flossin like a pretty ho
A no no, for you off turn-em-on niggas
Show some love or you will meet then chrome triggers
We smoking buds, sippin sizerp and poppin pills
Gimme some work, come on through
We got the best deals
I done lived in the North, 'round the way
I done planted playa seeds in the motherfucking bay
Hypnotize is the label that you don't wanna hate
I done seen niggas make it
I done seen niggas break
Brothers on the same block till his hair turn gray
Stilll all about a hustle, punch a clock, no way
The police hit the block, swallow rocks, throw the hay
Back in the same spot, the next fuckin' day
Project Pat, what's up
Jimmy, Jimmy coco puff
You know how we roll
Niggas is gone get shot up
Trippin with this North
Ride up beside ya, dawg
Pullin up them Yorks
Squeeze on them triggers
Empty clips and reload
If'n you got beef, my nigga
You better bring it
The hood buck is here
The police couldn't tame it
Inhalin' potent trees
Something you can't hang with
Hydro wit' red hairs

(Chorus)
If you boys got beef we can
Roll wit it
In da club or da street we can
Go wit it
It don't make me none
Blow for blow wit it
Crack his head wit a gun
I'ma sho split it
(Project Pat)
In Hollywood at the stop sign
Watchin out for one time
Clean on them things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that weed
So the car's kinda smokey
The glock's in the stash
Cause I'm dodgin the pokey
Its hard on tha street
Niggas livin like a catfish
A project killa, four kids
and a fat bitch
Try to flip e'ry quarter ounce
Ain't no credit barred
We accept cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT) card
Like to start shit
At the club we be flexin
And we'll kill a bitch
At these hoes we be beckin
North North to the full
My game they respectin
A rope to the bumper
You get drug by yo neck-in
Don't come around here
You'z betta reckin
You get ya ass blowed off
For playin and jeckin
Down in this dirty
Only real muhfuckas rule
Hoes wearin flirty skirties
Young niggas act a fool
(Chorus x2)
(La Chat)
If there's some ana to handle
I'm gonna take care of my biz
I got a scope on ya body
I'm aimin straight for yo wig
I love to show out on hoes
I love to cut up wit niggas
These bitches always get wrong
So I love pullin tha trigga
And since you hoes won't learn
I got some lessons to teach
You betta call up the pastor
He got a sermon to preach
I ain't wit that arguin and cussin and fussin
Bitchin and fightin
I'm buckin choppas off top
Committed to takin yo life'n
La Chat a mac slash killa
Only speakin the real-a
I'm tryna let you know its on
For you violate a nigga
A bitch be quick to talk shit
But do you mean what you say
A real killa don't be talkin
They just be on they way
I don't think you wanna get down
You boys ain't ready for beef
There ain't nowhere you can hide
I called out an APD
This ain't game that ya playin
These bitches comin up slayin
I keep my ears to tha street
So hoe you watch what ya sayin
(Chorus x2)
(Project Pat)
They lock me up just like Tupac
And I went platinum
Layed it down for a calendar
Now right back at em
Took my game then weighed it up
On a triple beam
Niggas rob, kill, murder, steal
For that ghetty green
U.S. Marshal at my folks house
Wanna kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box
Bullet in my head
Police, mane I ain't did shit
Why you hatin this
Ghetto thugs love my rap songs
They relate to this
Swingin fists Knock ya eyeball
Clean out ya face
Shoulda known it was shit starters
All in tha place
Young niggas on that powder
Gon off tha base
Sneakin tones in da club
You could get blown away
Its a muhfuckin clique thang
Represent ya hood
Slangin cane makin plenty change
All to the good
Smokin blunt after blunt
Pound after pound
Throw a dead body in tha trunk
High we get down
(Chorus)

(Chorus x2)
Still ridin clean, makin cheese, and gettin my dick sucked
Still makin cheese, ridin clean, and gettin my dick sucked
(Project Pat)
I swear I'm going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God its tha pistol but tha crack back
Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jap slap
Dealin wit this mob lice watchin studio phone tapped
You best believe that I could see it from a mile away
Thought that my girl was down sleepin wit tha enemy
Tha streets are dangerous I could be dead anyday
That's why I'm ridin wit my dog smokin plenty hay
Thi shit contagious doin dope and its killin me
Even though I know I hit tha snow is you feelin me
I'm lookin good twenty-three's on that flippin paint
Them twelve golds in my mouth makin these bitches faint
Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games
I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang
But fuck dat one of my young niggas'll take tha charge
I'm stackin loot muthafuck lookin behind some bars
(Chorus x4)
(Project Pat)
Out slangin brickas tha project nigga row-a
A playa that's fa show-a I'm chargin a hoe-a
You weak niggas know-a you step and I fire
Yo life will expire you need to retire
Yo bitch call me sire she flat like a tire
Shot nut in her eye-a on that I don't lie-a
Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain
I'm out dodgin felonies and fuck dat coke
Cause a nigga lovin these streets and that's of course
Mane I hate to see tha judge face and that's fa sho
Prayin that he'll drop the charge and let me go
Cause I like smokin good green Motel-io
Stick my dick in a hoe's mouth and there I go
Getting drunk off of liquor and smokin this dope
Put tha green in tha Swisher I'm gettin blowed
(Chorus x4)
(Juicy J)
You know who you are you hatin ass bitch
You tried to change yo name but you can chew on my dick
I ain't playin wit you hoes and you federal snitches
Wanna walk up to this pimp and get a hole in ya tensions
Always talkin 'bout the Juice hoe I been on tha town
I done blowed a hundred g's hoe you homey tha clown
You can call ya girlfriend and me & Pancho can meet her
She can lick our ass out or she can suck on our peters
North North is tha hood bitch you know we are real
Know you scared to ride through know you gon' meet tha steel
Can't forget about you cowards you be high when you talk
Nigga I fuck yo fat ass wife and put her on tha house
Juicy J is tha playa that you love to hate
Boy you betta get a deal or try to sell you some weight
Everytime you see me comin lemons know what I mean
Cause I been ridin Bentley, Roys, and I'm still on tha scene
(Chorus x4)

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 G's throw a
if you know the sign
And if you peoples from your hood nigga throw yo
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

Hen hen hen-o-sin
Make a playa sin
Mix it in with the white gin
Here we go again
Project Pat, gotta keep a strap
Haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would
Represent this hood
North Memphis nigga, Hollywood
Make it understood
In my blood, ain't no traitness
Or no fakeness
And no hoe couldn't break this
You can hate this
This bitch that bitch, nigga here's the deal
Crunchy ain't runnin round here fakin deals
Crunchy runnin round here tryna get a mil
While you fakin a deal, it don't cost nothin to be real
All you gotta do is keep that shit real
Don't be runnin round here hollarin you got deals
Don't be runnin round here hollarin that you will kill
It don't cost nothing to be real
But it cost when you kill
I'm bout to crash into you suckaz like the world trade
I'm ridin green Escalade
Full of green grenades
You hoes always hollarin that we be some bitches and shit
But every time I turn around you got our name on your shit
I used to be with them
Mane i'm still with them
You wish you was with them
How the fuck you hate them
When you always claimin them
I think its funny cuz yall faggots be still, callin my studio
Tryna get back, stay who you with, cuz I don't need you hoe
I call up my niggaz, we buck and toss with no mercy hoe
We packin this guage and decorating you with bullet holes
La Chat I be ready, you bout to say for no reason shit
That leaves me no choice, to grab my glock and fuck up your wig
You think killa talk
But ain't no kill in your blood boy
That infrared be beamin i got ya scopin behind ya door
You niggaz can't take it, you hate the fact that we runnin it
You ain't gotta love it, but you gonna learn to respect it bitch
Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth
Got some white in my nose, got your bitch on the couch
Got her head in my lap, trick I gotta keep it South
Got a problem with Three Six? gotta blow your brains out
Got the South sewed up
Got the guns, load up
Fuckin with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blown up
It's a hold up
Everybody fold up
Niggaz talk like they tough
But they ain't got no nuts, bitch
I'm shootin a dyke in her breast-o
Coward in his chest-o
And this police nigga what we call him Donnie Brasco
If you bitches want war, you can bring it, lets go
When i put this tone in ya face, presto
A killa in a black coat, gonna make a mess tho
Leave ya in the street with a bloody Willie Esco
Drankin on some scotch, and we choppin down that cocoa
Tryna roll some pot in a fuckin optimo (mo)
Dont you make the wrong move, and you get your ass killed dog
A fake ass nigga but he claimin that he real dog
You ain't got to lie to kick it actin like he down dog
Always lookin like tryna wear a murder frown dog
Don't you get smacked and be gettin off the pavement dog
Don't you make me act a fool with some bad behavior dog
Hypnotize Camp Posse got my fuckin back dog
Frayser Boy'll leave ya stankin pop you with the gat dog
I'm watchin out for you polices niggaz we tight
This unit rip your head in pieces, I know you feel it
These lyrics just like Mona Lisa's cuz you can sell it
The Posse click tight like feces, I know you smell it
This ghetto hood shit is crucial, just like a murda
You step hoe then we shoot ya, we quick to serve ya
You hate us, then it's mutual, so don't be scared a

Blunt to my lips. Gun on my head. Rocks in my scar. Pocket full of chips.
Watchin' for the pigs splittin hatters wigs. Packin' me somethin' real player
can you dig.(2x)
Project Pat a nigga that's down for the crown man. If yo ass step Imma be
down town. Watchin' for the

Hey pass me a beer man.
Here you go.
Man that nigga been standing on the same god damn
spot slagin that shit about the last 4-5 days man.
Wit the same clothes on aint even been home yet.
I dont even think so i wonder if he smoking or selling
that shit he had to be smoking or snortin something
to up for them 4-5 days
naw i heard he shot somebody man.
forreal?
Thats the reason why he probably cant go home.
Yeaahhh you know like what you call been missing to man
i think thats the nigga he suppose to be frontin his money to.
Thats why the police been drivin around so hard.
Yeah burning the spot up man yeah yeah we might need to gone call
528-CASH that nigga ass.
And turn him on in.
We need to man to make that little change man get some mo beers
or something.
Yeah we gone do that.
Need to hurry up and gone turn that nigga ass in man make
this neighborhood probably a little bit safer man.
A little bit more.
Atleast for us or somthing dang.
Chorus 2X
Blunt to my lips.
Gun on my hip.
rocks in my sock.
pocket full of chips.
watchin for the pigs.
splitin hataz wigs.
stackin me some grip.
playa can ya dig.
(Project Pat)
Project Pat a nigga thats down for his crown mane. if your ass
step ima be downtown mane. 4th floor bound mane thats if i get caught
mane. push me to the edge so it really aint my fault mane. see
i gotta die man. dont you even try man. enemies gone bleed once
i let these bullets fly mane. momma gonna cry mane. i like to get
high mane. niggas passing plates snortin line after line man. i got's to
get mine mane. robbing was the crime mane. that a nigga did but
i done serve my time mane. put that all behind mane. get out on
the grind mane. slang some of this dope in the steets or my
ride mane. see i aint a fool mane. fuck listen to you mane. why
you in my grill and you knowin we aint cool mane. project aint
a duck mane. see i know waz up mane. get up off my dick like a
motherfucking slut mane.
Chorus 2X
Where im from man aint no sunshine only shine on a doggs ass if
his ass dont get on the grind doin time help a nigga out to
clear up my head use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed it
was said i would end up dead working in the streets but the
streets is the only thang i see payin me quarter key fuck
servin deals rockin to the shake slangin guns slangin tv's
man im tryin to make all i can my nigga puncho at a hoes
house get her drunk take her to the back put dick in her
mouth leave the dront door unlocked my nig turn the radio
pull the car up into the yard cleaning out the hoe you should
know that a burglary really aint for me i just got out the
tentary tryin to get my feet get the cheese off the merchandise
went a bought a deal nigga please you say you dont steal ima keep
it real.
Chorus 2X
Hataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita and game
splita im also a wig splita your ass getta shoot up by the 9 mila
your cap i drilla when fucking with real nigga the chrome trigga
shall regulate a punk quicker a bullet hit ya im zoned of that brown
liquor you need to get ya nose outta niggas biz quit spreadin
rumors like a motherfucking punk bitch my trunk is the bed for a
kidnapped victim hollow point hit them pull out my gun your hands
you get them up in the air ah because you came to me in error
dont wanna scare ya see you have manifest in terror i know these
bullets will pop your shit off like a meleon lets bust it up man
fuck man who you tellin its armagedeon the North Memphis crack we
sellin you pass me the potent weed is what they yellin.
Chorus Fades Out

Whacha doin girl wit all dat (ooh nuttin)
What's all that pokin from the back (ooh nuttin)
Whacha got goin over there (ooh nuttin)
What's all dat makem stop and stare (ooh nuttin)
You can call me gold mouth, that's what I said
Hey baby you gon eat your CORNBREAD!
Cuz it look like to me that cha did already
Wit some nice butter rolls voodoo spaghetti
Already got me hypnotized under a spell
Walkin by lookin at da whale on dat tale
Can't tell ye ain't fine wit dat big ole hump
Girlfriend you got mega junk in dat trunk
I beez on these big booty galz that our stouter
Then the couchi hole, let her know I'ma bout her
Damn meal chicken cause she kickin while I doubter
I ain't being mean but her pockets on the droughta
Sippin on dis lean got my dick on some ?
You can get sprung off dis like some powder
Oops wrong hole what she said in the shower
Already hit the booty hole for an hour
Ring around the rosie, pocket fulla posie
Mind full of numbers make these bitches wonder
Let's go smoke an ounce up, maybe tear da house up
Gripp on her ass cause this lads got a big butt
She can make ya touch ground, she can make ya bounce round
She could pack it up make a killin in another town
Shake junt staring, I don't mean no harmin
Call me Mr. Whipple cause I wanna squeeze the Charmin
Rubbbin on her back as I suck on her NIPPLE!
Mane dis gal stacked but cheeks like a HIPPO!
Jimmy crack corn Im gon bust on her LIPPO!
Jimmy in my cup my nig take a SIPPO!
Down by da benz so her cheese gonna FLIPPO!
Left the hotel with a limp like a CRIPPLE!
Pretty like highs and her smile had a DIMPLE!
Make her twat hot like a bust on a PIMPLE!
You's a bad young thang baby where yo mane
Making niggaz heads turn like G- D-
I'm gon ask for ya name, youve been blessed fo sho
Smellin better than a tight rolled optimo
I'm gon have to know, how ya garden grow
Also you can holla back after the show
Got somethin poking out of that short ass dress
You know just whacha doin gal, and you a mess
With yourself, stackin wealth got me on hard
If I getcha in the bed pussy gon' fart
You da strait freak type, and I'm lovin dat
G-string, all night, you can make it clap
She can be one of those bisexuals
That love to engage in manage trois
Layin down wit a man, went behind the bar

Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash
Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast
Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad
Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past
I know this nigga and he always be talking that bullshit
But little do he know he gon suffer a wig split
Like fucking with the realest the illest will fucking kill him
A straight up headbuster and also a real nigga
There's gon be consequences so niggas just run in here
I'm unloading the tone and popping an extra clip
A bitch nigga talking is something I can't stand
Or every last will pick up the mess that's gonna land
The I.V.'s in his arm the bullets up in his chest
His shop about to close he shoulda had on a vest
Don't fuck with me nigga that's something I have to stress
Keep talking shit boy your gonna end up with one less
I'm out the Bay nigga that's something you gonna respect
And stay out of my business before you feel the Tech
Don't give a shit bout you I treat you like my hoe
Gon wake up one night and I'm kicking up in your door hoe
When I buck em, touch em, fuck em, now you clutching laying down
Got you ducking muthafucker, turn that smile to a frown
I will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest
I'm guessing letting bullets wet ya
Shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe that's fasho
I'm most definitely bringing pain to you niggas
like some bitches when I step up in this thang
All you niggas do is gossip like some lil' hoes
You might as well go down to the Shake Junt and slide down poles
Now you running while I'm gunning
Stomping hoping to get close to some shelter
Better catch up with some polices, hope that they can help ya
Help to ? you just better get some younger quick and fast
I'm holding the match and your body's drenching down with gas
Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes
Blow yo ass off ??
Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport
Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report
Now fuck this goddamn talking
Make you bitches bring the pain
Catch yo hoe ass walking stick a tone to ya brain
You insane if ya think I'ma still let ya breathe
I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve
I'ma blast on ya hoe give a damn who was looking
Blow the top off your skull then your life has been tooken
You was cooking up a scheme tryna put me in the beam
But the jokes on you jack slapped his ass with the gat
Beat 'em down to the pavement squealing like a pig
My nigga I don't save 'em beat em like a bitch
Ain't nobody tryna help ya, what they finna do
Hollow lead's gonna melt up, you and your crew
Superman stick your chest out
And watch this 38 slug blow your back out
Bout to bust on you boys shoot you till you dead

Limp Bizkit - Mission Impossible 2 Theme
l attention in the world today
All the little girls fillin up the world today
When good comes to bad the bad comes to good
But im gonna live a life like I should
Now all the critics wanna hit it
Shit can ever did it
Because they don€™t get
But I€™ll stay fitted
Knew there committed
Unless this red cap
Gets a bad rap from his critics
Do we always gotta cry? (gotta cry)
Do we always gotta be inside a lie (a lie)
Life is just a blast
Movin very fast
Better stay on top
or life will kick you in the ass
Follow me into a solo
Remember that, kid
So what you wanna do?
The way you wanna run
When your starin down a cable
of a mic put it that you grill like a gun
Limp Bizkit is rockin the set
Its like Russian Roulette
When your placin your bet
So don€™t be upset
when your broke
And your done
Cuz im gonna be the one
til I jet
I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me
I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
Now I know why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me
why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me
Now you wanna hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me
Now you wanna hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me
Does anybody really know the secret
And the combination for this life and where they keep it
Its kinda sad when you don€™t know the meaning
But everything happens for a reason
I don€™t even know what I should say
Im an idiot a loser and a phone abuser
I analyze every second I exist
Beaten on my mind every second with my fist
Everybody wanna run (run)
Everybody wanna hide from the gun (gun)
You can take that ride through this life if you want
You cant take that edge off that knife (no sir)
And now you want your money back (money back)
But your denied cuz your brains fried from the sac
And there aint nothing I can do
Cuz life is a lesson you€™ll learn it when your through
I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me
I know why you want to hate me
I know why you want to hate me
Now I know why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me
why you want to hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me
Now you wanna hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me
(Now I know why..Now I know why..Now I know why)
Now I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
Now I know why you wanna hate me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me
Cuz hate is all the world that€™s even seen me

{Project Pat}
Don't you get mad at me cause your broad den chose-a
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock big botty hoppin' in now
Dark skin, gold teeth mann you know we in now
I know that's your baby momma
I know that it hurts some
You know when we get together
I'm gon' let her twurk some
Let her hit the blunt some
No time of the month some
Pull out a condom
Then I make a run some
Freaky as she wanna be
I'ma let her gonna be
She can be herself anytime that she get wit' me
Backseat action riverside relaxin'
Flick out the DVD that ass I'm waxin'
I'ma keep it real wit' cha
I'ma let her deal wit' cha
I don't fight over hoes I'ma let the steel hit cha
All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me
In your heart really sad boy you betta crown me
[Chorus]
I, I choose you baby
Oh I, I choose you baby
(Project Pat)
You fuckin' wit' my lut'
When you lay on yo' child support
She alwayz give me half of that on my car note
Hundred spoke rims sittin' slick on the Escalade
Couldna been the king of heart mane baby got me paid
First of the year tax time keep me wit' a smile
I'ma get a extra couple g's claimin' yo' child
Yeah that's why I know
This is the world that we living in
Don't get hot, stya about my game, and quit meddling
Pedalin' in these weed sacks
Nigga give me feedback
I don't need no stems dog
You can get the seeds back
Always been a hustla
That's were shit is diggin'
Do just like I tell her to
And wit' no renigen
Her lips and my brain
We can go a long way
On her arm my name
Got that for her birthday
I say that's the only way I gotta have it
Branded for life
All the ass I'ma grab it
[Chorus]

If you thinking I'm straight then you better think twice
And you ain't got no cheese then I'm jekyl and hyde
'Bout to click on this bitch cause she need to learn me
Beat her with my pistol when I thought she burned me
it's the first of the month you can call me Sambo
I'ma dick this ho down cause I like to gamble
In her purse I ramble
On her head I trample
Where the hell the damn doe
Old silly ass hoe
You ?gon' bring them go go?
And I like to chew snow
Sippin' 'nac with your cap is the perfect convo
You can be a Jane Doe if you call the po-po
(female voice)I'ma call ya momma a
Bitch that's a no no
Don't get personal, I'll never let go
If you did wanna run you'll get beat to the flo'
I'ma go-rilla pimp you can call me great ape
knockin' teefus out ya mouth need to get ya shit straight
I'ma gorilla on the hoes
did that
I'ma Pimp nigga you ain't know?
did that
I'ma a mack mane on the stroll
did that
I'm out here trying to make a ho
did that
Cause I hustle on the low
did that
I ain't tryin' to go for broke
did that
So bitch don't ?try me ho?
did that
If you do I'ma cut ya throat
did that
Talkin' smart to a pimp you done broke the first rule
I'ma come on your job I'ma act a damn fool
When ya boss walk in I'ma play it off cool
If he step in our biz I'ma slap his ass to
All that loud talkin ho need to gon' settle down
'Fore you friend have to pick ya ass up off the ground
I got love for ya purse meaning that I love you
Married to this cheese first and I'm screamin' I do
No money for a mack mean drama for a ho
Paramedics toting you through the trauma center do'
Busted lips broken leg but I got my bank roll
Tried to put a struggle up so she got her eye swoll
Buying you Taco Bell but a pimp eating Steak
Corn Bread Collard Greens Chit-a-lings on my plate
Always late for a date and she always trippin'
She can hate my fuckin guts but she lovin' my pimpin'
Mixin' game with some 'nac is a deadly potion
If I hit it from the back bitch I want devotion
In ya pussy strokin'
Ho a pimp is spoken
DOA if you try to play my emotions
I'ma crack a hos dome I ain't broke the damn law
Another nigga (on) my phone so I broke the bitches jaw
You done quit ya damn job and you need to start hoin'
Boostin clothes playin tricks cause a pimp ain't goin
In the club shakin ass they can bring plenty cash
But ya get mo' loot with a VIP pass
Say ya ass got robbed when ya ?shoulda got a hundred?
Now you get the fuck up out of here go and get the money
you dummy tryin' to pop phoning me a get ya killed
Bitch I ain't the chargee I'ma charge you for real
So don't get it twisted I'm the pimp you the bitch
Either bring the loot quick or you get ya throat slit

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
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
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!
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

[Hook]
She she she she got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
Weave weave in they hair, weed in they purse, ??till Crunk!She got gel and
weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
Wit a big round ass, I'm yo man to be
[Verse 1]
You can put a wig on a pig-a-lig
Make her dance the jig-a-lig
Bring all the money back to Daddy and I'm diggin it
Burgundy or honey blonde
Yellow wit them black streakers, red or they orange plum
Don't forget the gold teeth and set the club half naked
In the sto house shoes, cussin out authority
Body full of tattoos
Bedroom doin things, pickin out her tounge ring
Livin in the projects, could be in the game
She from the hoody-hood all to the goody-good
Lips and her tounge and it's all understoody-stood
First of the month now your kids on the sat Similac
Droppin over Mama's house, ?‹irl what's crackilatin?Hookin up with so-called,
g-string or no draws
Fingernails, big hips, juicy wet, pink lips
Ready man to do the damn thing at the motel
If you're bang-banging all night she'll go tell
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Baldhead scallywag, wit nothin in back
You better yak it, ten dollar for a bag
Messed up in the trash
Could be some can kalong
Dude who sold it at the boot liquor run
All to the good though, drink it like a wine though
And smoke till she pass out, mainly the hydro
A state in a care fate
All up in LD's wanna be a twilight, you know what I like
Hey duck she gon break somethin
Turn around and make some
Meet a real nigga anywhere she gon shake somethin
Like shoutin out cuz her butt like an elephant
Got a real girl dog, that is irrelevant
A mâ-Å¡age a twa twa, she'll call me DaDa
Or maybe PaPa in back of car car
Her friend can join in, go snap that porn in
Call Mr. Hit wit a playa was born in
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
When you get her on the drank she gon get a lil frisky
Legs stayin open, no rubber, kinda risky
Got a bad body makin moves like a gypsy
Cornbread fed at the club very tipsy
Only dealt wit those that be in the hood slangin
Lunch at Matt's car wash shit is where they hangin
System up loud in the car keep it wang'n
Out wit Suge Knight, shake em up do they thang and
Lookin real hard she'll know that I want it
Got me on hard so I go and get a bone and
Hey baby gal, all that, can you lone it
Weave and them contacts, man I'ma bone it
Say it's all good she about to kick her man out
Left her wit a wood and she gon blow the brains out
All in her bed so I had to yank my thang out
Pullin on her fro, wasn't hair and it came out
[Hook]
I like em ghetto!

[DJ Paul]
HCP Hypnotize Camp Posse bitch and it's still on hoe
(Chorus 1) (2x)
North North North North North Mafia
(Chorus 2)
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us bitch fuck the rest you fuckin with the best my...
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Posse
[Crunchy Blac]
Let me see do you niggas rob
Let me see do you niggas kill
Let me see do you niggas know how to get you a fuckin mill
Let me see do you niggas know how to keep shit real
If you faking the deal then you get your ass killed
Ain't no hating round here nigga we bout our business
All we trying to get is paper and we ain't even witness
You talk a whole bunch of shit get your head bussed bitch
We put bodies in the back of of our pickup bitch
And droppin em in a ditch
[Lord Infamous]
Bitch eat these hollow tips and die fuckin one through brain and rib cage
Once they come simulate through your lungs make sure dum-dums don't die today
Dig these hoes bury these foes bitch keep your nose up out my tray
Toss grenades chopper spray stay the fuck up out my way
Leave dem casket doors closed nuthin left but nigga guts
Take a paper sac don't be at the funeral throwing up
None of his remains but these thangs I left in his truck
Sincerly yours Lord Infamous Scarecrow
[La Chat]
Don't have to be no stranger violate bitch your life in danger
A trigga nigga bitch that showin no pity full of anger
I said from the start mothafucka I warned you I got no love
It's staight from the heart when I fuck your body up with them slugs
La Chat you know me hoe I'm always seen in the streets
But you never gonna try to talk to me wishing cause you bitches too weak
If you fuck with me it'll be your life a simple chance that you takin
Clicked up with the Hypnotize Camp of life so all you bitches quit hatin
[Juicy J]
Yeah on that ecs we rollin rollin
North Memphis pistols totin totin
Baby bottles full of cert
With that ice we keep it frozen
Fills of nigga on my hip
Baby I might take a sip
When I'm in the studio
Envy he might take a slip
Ounce of green we break it down
Kings of Memphis on the town
So you niggas take that ink
Trying to stretch it with that frown
[Crunchy Blac]
Cause all I wanna know is can you smoke with me smoke with me
Cheif on that weed you smokin dope with me dope with me
[DJ Paul]
Bitch this a real mothafuckin click
Niggas out here traytin flodgin fakin on my profit shit
Trying to steal my name trying to have my fame even wanna look like me
Plenty niggas join the game but only the real break the meat
Bring the pain bring the noise get respect cash the check
Everything be cool till they try to get what I get
Fire hot platinum plaque matching chains with the watch
Let me see you haters bring any plaques back to he spot
Bring it on nigga bring it on don't forget to bring dem tones nigga bring dem
tones
Nigga hope you be bout pullin triggas cause figgas I hang with to
Thugs in HCP don't carry a gun nigga we carryin two
Wanna be's never be's nobody's you asking me
Just a bunch of niggas that wanna claim that low down dirty three
Pop you bitches in the back give your mamma's heart attacks
From this day forth I declare war I hope you niggas ready for that (okay)
[Project Pat]
I represent North Memphis where your cars will be stolen
Young niggas buck as hell nuts will get swollen
Mothafuck the police dope we be holding
Poppin out some lead empty clips then reloading
Ghetto thug niggas out the hood what we molding
Turn ya outer weed ecstasy and that blowin
Pullin robberies jacking sprees dollars foldin
Murder first degree fuck with me I ain't goin
Out here on these bricks making licks off of suckas
Armed to the t you can die mothafucka
Trying to get a piece it's the slang we be using
Of the fuckin pie riding twanks we be crusing
Violators dome and your head get so woozy
All fuckin day bodies stay on the newsy
Hypnotize Minds on a rise for a come up
Strapped wit them thangs those who hate will get fucked up
[T-Rock]
My HCP gorillas making stains fractured skulls exploding brains
To make it tame we came to put a strain of running game of lames
Mafia niggas plan a hit weapons like black panther shit
Decinegrate your life and take your breath just like a cancer stick
I blast with no hessitance no fingerprint evidence
My mafia regement will bomb on your residents
I'm T-Rock and I dwell in slums of the ak to represent
But call me Mr. Washington cause I'm all about presidents

Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit bars
Gripp'in your nina hard, bitch my blood inhated by heart
When I buck you gonna start recognize life is a game
And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't bout to change
I'm snatch your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane in which direction he make inzane
I ain't bout that fame I'm bout the cheese, that this bout to bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting allover with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come thru I'm crushing like boulders
I'm hard to top shoot at plenty I bet it gonna knock,
Whatever I drop, but even your bitch can touch whatever I got
You wildin or not is so bring your beef to the spot
Hope that you got your glock I'm strapped with no hesitance to pop
So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not its everlasting, ain't bout to stop
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
Rotten core to the bone with no way home and destination bitch
I see you flying blind and you implying that I been trading bitch
And I helped you out and I put your name across the nation bitch
And I got the champ It's all the jealously up in you bitch
Now how do you think you going to get a piece of my wealth
I created and sculpted, molded and made myself
I'm furiously gifted, lyrically raised in hell
If you want it, come get it you better brace yourself
My provocative rocket wetting hoes on sight
Interactive disaster crucial a pond your flight
Better watch I will ride especially at night
I got a bullet in chamber coming at you that read Wyte
So before you come tricking you better think about life
You only got one you see and you better live it right
Ride or die is my terms and I aint getting fucked twice
Think you gone come out of here, come on bitch roll your dice
We bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
I'm bout to crash, the clubs break da law
Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
If it's killing season aint no reason aint no need to stop
I'm the one put here to absorb all this energy and pain
None stop pop from the top of the clip in glock I still don't feel you mane
Cause of that gram of coke and now I'm puffin a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and with my killas you will be found on the floor
I must confess I aint about shit
But if you think to cross me bitch
You'll end up stankey, walk the plankey, and empty out your pockets bitch
Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
With these issues that I'm facing daily, I should tote a tec
Get respect that's no option, all the hater filled with toxic 'in
Walk right thru the center of the crowd and pistols gets to floss' in
Causing problem dodge' in bullets soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage making havoc reaction fuck'in with me
Chair to your bizack go thru my head when you ignite the flame
Lead to your bizack of your head before it hit your brain

I don't wanna go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go t county jail no more more more
Where is Project? Where is Project?
Here I go here I go
Suckas wanna take me suckas wanna break me
Yeah I know yeah I know
Here they come tha policia servin me a warrant
Blastin off my piece-ia that's how I responded
Eyes red off this refia stangin like a hornet
Hood slang what I speak to ya thugs get up on it
Hoppin out like a frog ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit
Pointed toes dodgin laws let me feel it can I hit it
Freak ones wit tha curly tongues sturdy givin puns
Early birds came to put the worm right down they lungs
Gimme some little incident when them blues'll flash
Jump and grab on the atf then I mash tha gas
They just love mane to pull me ova cause I'm ghetto star
Any weapons any drugs sir searchin in my car
Sugar me timba dog and blow me down
Pullin out tha tone tone and yall don't make a sound
Lay it down for tha mista twista bottle caps
Stick em up like a pirate but without a patch
Chitty chitty bang bang nuthin but cheese mane
Nitty gritty what I get to wit my thang thang
When you try to come around-a don't try to down tha
I represent tha dirty M to tha town-a
Po-pos they be watchin chickens are flockin
I'm game for some brain we call Doc and lockin
Tha green is inhaled-a drunk like a sailor
Did you see tha whale-a mane on her tail-a
Tha jail I was locked up hell what I went through
Went just like a chef cause I kept a Ginsu
Project doin time now that's just a no no
I don't wanna go to jail no a mo' mo'
Ba-ba-buka chickens don't be kissin me
Like Alfred Hitchcock this really ain't no mystery
Tha game don't stizop to hell wit suckas dissin me
A burnt up blizock will send you penitentiary
Get caught by tha narcs for slammin on tha con-a-crete
Charge partna talk for straight killin on tha street
You need to wa-watch tha company you keepin wit
Tha tones p--p-pop tha bullets goin for a snitch
A North Memphis veteran I ain't scared of nann
Keep my hand on tha metal friend and that's off tha wam
Understand where I'm comin from playas flexin
Crown Vics, trucks, Chevy, Max, and them Lexins
You can keep it on tha lowsky or get you some time
All these hatas gettin nosey you stay on tha grind
Like Aaliyah robadowsky knockin suckas out

(chorus)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)
(Project Pat)
Bald-head skally-wag, ain't got no hair in back
Gelled up weaved up, yo hair is messed up
Need to get bout a hustle mission
Get up on loot run to beautician
Run game until the game is gravy
That don't mean spend cheese fo tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head
Ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
Got some gold teeth, at the club tryna shake that thang
Tryna get a piece, chicken chicken always into some dumb shit
Shoulda paid ya light bill, you bought a outfit
Stay at ya mammy house and keep a smart mouth
It's Project Pat Memphis Tenn represent the South
So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
Full of that mo'-mo' holla at a chicken
Chorus
(La Chat)
Yeah you like my outfit, don't even fake the deal
I thought you said you had your girl on the light bill
(Project Pat)
Always in my face talkin this and that
Girl I had to buy some rims for da Cadillac
(La Chat)
You riding clean but ya gas tank is on E
Be steppin out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet
(Project Pat)
That's just the meter broke youn't know'cha talkin bout
Anyway them new Jordans finna come out
(La Chat)
Hate see ya in a club, ya mobbin wit a mug
Knowin that ya ridin wit ya boy, ya nothin but a scrub
(Project Pat)
But he was with me, that's when you hated
cause when I got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted
(La Chat)
I sho did in our face drankin on that "yak"
Mouth fulla gold but yo ass need some Tic-Tacs
(Project Pat)
What? You need some gum, breathe like some thunder
What you lookin at? I don't want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)
Chorus
(Dj Paul)
Now these chickenhead hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
See the 20 inch Pirelli's roll mane thank the vogues
Dodgin all my foes ridin Caddy truck wit dvd
A flock of broads follow me from the club to break they knees
Knowin that's all I want straight out the club
The rest ain't smellin right the last thang on they mind is freshin up
It's goin down tonight, weave in they head
Weed in they purse, still crunk
Baby seats all across the back wit clothes in the trunk
(Juicy J)
I been known to hold my own
I been known to ride on chrome
I been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
I'm the fool supplyin tha dro
I'm the fool supplyin tha blow
I'm the playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do
Tellin me that you diggin me
Tellin me I'm yo man to be
Girlfriend its gone cost a fee
Get yo ass and work the streets
Pay ya boy and make me rich
So we keep them swisher's lit
Pay yo fees we count them G's
Cashin it from all you chicks
Chorus

[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade prayin that I done get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out and checkin nutz
couldn't ball, down to none, got this weed is in my lungs
nigga's stiff me for a bag, I'ma shoot 'em in his ass
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggaz gonna learn
When you cross in this game, then yo ass will get hurt
When my turn? or my time? rock a what, for a dime
Takin' fair chance after chance, but I got to dance
Take the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
I've been heard you're robbers, don't want no other robbers boy
I done and scald ya, with pistol slapped cross mouth
Reach in niggaz pockets, and take yo money out
When you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For da 900th stone, I got peas, I got coke
ain't no credit give mang you could get from round here
Niggas robbing, niggas banging niggas slangin' down here
[chorus]
I got cheeeese, hoez, and a bunch of fucking dope
I got peeeeeas, coke, and some killaz at da doo'
hyyydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of dough
what yoooouuuu need brah, is to fuck wit yo boy
[Project Pat]
You heard word? what's the word? but you dawgs is da low
selling weed and this weed, but you won't complain a stoo'
I'ma go, I'ma pull, leave a rabbit out a hat
On some cane, mr.sugar, and some killaz strapped wit gats
Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
You done broke ghetto laws, you could tote a fuckin jaws
Nigga boy, he ain't know, cus da street never lies
Walk right up on yo ass, shoot you, right between the eyes,
you be stinkin' wit the flies
walking around on chrome, wit yo bitch, smokin' dro
fucking all in yo home, while she kissing on ma lips,
She be sucking on ma dick, grip the glock - sixteen booms as I dip
Through the streets of da hood, north memphis hollywood
Represent it, to da max, out this out of state facts
Trying to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes
Trying to squeeze out some lead for you niggaz thatr fake
[chorus 2x]
You could duck from the tech, out da escalade
Once I get my cheese, or my flow, then I must be paid
If you want to come against me dawg, bring your whole brigade
Cause you could get sliced, like a dog, with a switch blade
Sippin' on some pauly vision, like some sweet kool-aid
Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate
Niggaz ain't gonna snitch on me dawg, i didn't hesitate
Caught him, at the projects one day, sent him, to his grave
Playaz wanna come through the hood, but they got the fear
Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here
Wrong place, at the wrong time, calling "sip" let's go
Dope fiends, keep me up with them, and my pockets full
Eyes red ass hell, cuz I ain't had a blink of sleep
Snorted a quarter ball, so that U, could stay on my feet
Trick's in this bitch, just as same as a nigga too
If you trusting hoes in this game, you'se a dammn fool..

2x[Chorus]
Now only weak nigguhs like to start bullshit'uh
Now only weak nigguhs like to start bullshit'uh
Auto Au Au Automatic when I aim you say bye bye
Automatic when I aim you say bye bye
[DJ Paul]
Ruthless
That was my style as a juvenile
I ran with gangs nigguhs I slanged
But in the meanwhile
I hang with [BHZ] rockers rockers on twenty-three chrome
You got your gun on you
I hate it if you done left it at home
Cause six is blasting nice and fast
And better clean your glasses
We quick to sneak
And put you to sleep like a certa mattress
You soft like pussy
So i guess thats why you smell like one
Bitch fuck alone
You better go and get your fucking gun
I'll have you begging for a double dose of percoscent
Your money bank if i touch you
And you dont get wet
We made a movie on you hoes
I know you loved it didn't
You started telling your girl
Man i could of been in it
But you a fuck nigguh
Nigguhs dont fuck with you nigguh
You donny brasco
Need to cali coat nigguh
I'm sick and tired of dissing you hoes on these cd's
I'm bout to start dissing you hoes on my dvd's
[Chorus]
[Project Pat]
I'ma start this one off with a toss from mah nigguh Ross
We don't run the rap game
But this city we the Boss
North Memphis South Memphis Westwood Orange [mile]
Project pat in this motherfucker layin smack down
Crackin down on you punk nigguhs talkin to much gang
Snortin all your dope up claiming that you in the game
False flaggin bitches, i'll catch you outta hell
If forman ass snitches protection fees in jail
What you pay dead body lay once the bullets spray
Round the way with the sk edward norten lay
You gon' pay cause these nine mil'uh mills quick to mop'uh
Wack a snitch off take ya life off the whoppa choppa
Get the choppa put the mask on
Nobody gon' hear knock knock
Get my blast on
All up in your grill
All a nigguh wanted dawg was a piece of the pie pie
But when my tones in your face you say bye bye
[Project Pat]
Nigguhs love to see this hate on the ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by them boys in blues
He must be guilty of sin send his ass to the pen
God have mercy on [this boy] so i'm back here again
Nigguhs lie to they dawgs bout the shit that they do
Point blank range one in chain when i aim staraight at you
When i squeez on this trigguh its uh ooh spaghetti o's
The holo hit you and the bloody run down your nose
Kidnap a suckuh put the duck tape around his mouth
A snitching fucker and he knows whos i'm talkin bout
The nina popping and i'll put you permandisly
Push you in river with some bricks wrapped around your feet
Cause when its ana' best believe we gon' bring the heat
With extra clips cause we do not except defeat
I'm busting rounds and your chest will see cave'uhment
Then get on down when your body hit pave'uhment
[Chorus]
[Project Pat]
Ho!

Boy, its bout to get real scary up in here
you got the original break the laws up in here for you hos
three 6 mafia, project pat,weak niggaz guard your grills, tuck your chains in
your shirts, its goin down break the law nigga
Chorus:x4 Break the Law (we aint playin)
Break the Law (we aint playin)
Break the Law (we aint playin, we aint playin, we aint playin)
Verse 1: we aint playin young nigga, who the fuck is say we playin
we just bout to kill yo ass, and its already planned
to many bullshit niggaz done been off in my click
but i spit them boys out cause they tastin like some shit
i admit my click now is nothin but memphis best
but i had to delete alot of clowns in the process
fuck that shit we keepin the bitches hot
cause we makin the millions and they hands aint in this spot
haters mad on the town cause the niggaz got it made
wanna rap their fuckin songs but these junkies aint get paid
slammin do's pimpin ho's while ya limmiz in a daze
wanna step up in the club ill be glistlin with a glaze
i would let ya hit this crown but you bitches cant behave
i would let you hit this fire but you bitches smokin sage
better catch up with your clan cause you took me from your grave
when a nigga catch ya slippin its the beem in yo face
(Chorus)
Verse 2: see i can hita hita sticka sticka get a nigga fast
im kickin in some doors put a nigga on his ass
and if hes talkin trash ill put him in a bag
a body fuckin bag man i shoulda wore a mask
i stickin stickin move a body body bruise
i break the fuckin law and i aint playin with ya fool
you got an attitude now watch me use my tool
i lock and fuckin load and let the mothafucka loose (BLOOD)
i know this nigga who got punked out after every class
he was a bitch in school and now he told a gun and badge
put on a uniform and now he think hes super bad
man fuck you bitch you still can lay the rest under the grass
i do not give a fuck because you are a officer, ill put you in a cofin sir you
fuckin with a slaughterer
bitch the police dont serve protect they buyin pussy
and projects some niggas pay em off to sell their dope around the city
(Chorus)
Breakin laws glockin jaws rip in out and take a taste
you can smell my fuckin nuts while this tone is in yo face
shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke
im a leave you bitches dead cut a sunroof in yo head
do your stuff and get mugged when i shoot then i peel out
but before that happen im a tear your fuckin grill out
bitch your business down till your covered in your own blood
shoot a couple a rounds momma house aint no fuckin love
anyone ya niggaz wanna get some i got some
blow they fuckin ass off double barrelled shotgun
dont be comin my way, bodies stank like moth balls
swing an iron bat to your head like a golf ball
ride up on your ass then i let the luger speak
im the judge and the jury when i see you in the street
its the project nigga row ready man to kill a ho
put the thang to yo head squeez the trigga let it blow
(Chorus)

Chorus:(2 times)
Make dat ass clap make it snap(talk to me now!)
Make dat ass smack when I slap (talk to me now!)
If you is the baddest, booty the fattest
Let me hear you holla out I yi yi
Verse 1:
Itz ya boy P-A-Tza, knowin how to please her
Hit from the back cuz these girls off the heeza
Bend over I'm strokin' yo but gets a pokin
The hydro is smokin, the nut in ya throat
'Till yo booty exploadin' all round the rooma
My thang full of gin so the pud be a doomda
Assume the position, mug in the pillow
Hand on the head board best not to let go
Yo hand may end slippin, head gets a crackin'
I'm all on that kitten, back gets a smackin
A-doggin, a-slappin my thang in ya stomach
No food fo' we drank so you's bout to vomit
You swear you could take it so baby don't fake it
Let's go'on get a room get high and get naked
You say that you real and you claimin the hoody
Tha rubber to thang and my thang in yo puddy
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
It's goldmouth, stackin dollars
Where ya sister at cuz she swallors
Big juicy fat I must hollers
See you in yo pants I may follers(follow)
Wearin' tight clothes make ya'll scholars
Freaky young broads that love ballers
Hesitate to talk nigga stallers
You can let the steam out yo collars
Love gettin stuck on four hours
Ja-cu-zi, livin' room, showers
Nipples on hard some big knockers
Eyes got bigger than blue blockers
Cucci real tight like school lockers
Treat a lame dude like a true sucka
Most gonna pay cuz they love her
Dog anyway I will knock her
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
There she go, there she go
With them g's and strings
My nigga don't you know she'll do some things
Droppin' that to the flo', bendin' knees and bows
Poke it out, let it hang, then touch ya toes
Never shame in her game, it's just like a bitch
She will suck on that thang like some lic-o-rich
It'll snap crackle pop, call me Captain Crunch
Got me balled in a knot, ate me up for lunch
Their booty's are big-n good for the hittin'
Thick like a rhino can do a split-n
You'll get a stickin' like in a flick-n
Hit the right spot then cum start drippin'
A-flirty a-skirty areiva a-derche
You screamin to stop, I'm showin' no mercy
Wake up kinda early
Yo' breath smellin perky
You try kissin me and you needin a cert-y
(Chorus)

''talking''
verse 1:
it was a hot summers night i was kickin it with gangsta.. fred out at hide park
rollin chasin paper.known we keep tha best of green so you know i'm
smokin,lotta niggaz out here clean so you know i'm scopin.i aint wit that
scuffin shit, or wit being broken,waitin for a sucka to stick, yeah thats what
i was hopin.spotted me a nigga,candy paint a hundred spokin,sippin on his
liquor wit that blowface on that cokin,bullets they will burn just like lava
that is molten,you victims will learn to resist'll get ya croakin.always kept a
thang and bandana never knowin,when i have ta git my mayne,pull em out and poke
em,all up in ya grill ya drops it off,cuz i have spoken, i know that your
sick,but lets not git ya momma mopein,snatched him out tha car hit tha gas dawg
it's hissin,he down came on down, but out his head a patch was missin.
chorus:repeat 2x
90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)3 bags and a firearm(that aint
shit)bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit)police all at my mommas
home(that aint shit)
verse 2:
left tha car weeks behind cypress garden projects,east memphis where we make
the stang, and thats to far bet,nigga hit up fred for some rims, he said
whatcha like,sold em to our nigga bigga mayne out at mitchell heights,made tha
quicky change then we went and bought a pound pound,straight ta gangstaz house
with no remorse we broke it down down,20 dollar bags all in north memphis serve
em up,ridin wit these bogus tags,mayne we aint givin a fuck,map core on chelsea
ave seen tha sucka that we got,we done sold a bag to his patna now he lookin
hot,raisin up a pistol dawg and nigga started blastin, i returned tha favor,
you know me no questions askin,donuts in tha lot tha niggaz pulled off we got
blocked in,i hopped out tha car seen tha police and threw the glock in..to the
garbage can, they did'nt see me but they caught a nigga wit them three bags
gangsta fred wit his steel trigga,
chorus: repeat 2x

( operator)
you have a coolect call from the chealy county jail in Memphis, Tennessee from:
pat(PATS VOICE)
to except charges press 6 (the 6 dial tone)

Fuck a bitch, mothafuck a bitch
Man its the mack pimp never simp
play these bitches like a chimp-panzee
pass the fine ass bitch back to the
niggaro dick in hole down to they nut come
come some off her tongue then I have to break and run
back black to the bitch who was droppin off the cheese
never have I fucked her she is calling me a thieve
hoe say please and I have to make her say it all the time
never make love to the body only to the mind
half the time all these bitches want is a good nut
all the time they like sneaky shit and they kinky sluts
hit the butt from the back man but dont you ever eat her
when you dig these hoes right you become the pita leader
of the five of the niggas you know that she fuckin wit
two cause they got a car three for the bebe kids
so my nig when she wants to fuck tell much it'll cost
when you get that bebe crew check bitch drop it off
Fuck a bitch (bitch) mothafuck a bitch
So pass the pussy pass the pussy
when I creep to your house bitch I'm bringing roadies with me
all these hoes think I care for them but they dont know the juiceman
once a bitch always a bitch love is just a pimp thang
fuck waiting for two months I want the pussy in a day
stuck a past dyke freaky bitch dont let your shit decay
I'm the type thats out for your cheese and your car keys
and write your shit and wool with may love bitch hit your knees
on the floor slob my knob until you see the prisher for
a DJ Paul recorder scamcorder through the closet door
now you know the Juicy J dont put you hoes next it takes
I just take shit about my nig and say the things that might relate
to you hoes that turn too old bitch thought her pussy was solid gold
now she's a dyke I shoulda known muscle bound dont want no pole
now hear this I'ma tell you this if a nigga make it rich
fuck a girl fuck a woman fuck a freak and fuck a bitch

Easily Executed
Cracking niggas jaws, running hoes into walls
Punks begging for they lives, mothafucka I don't pause
When I blast on yo ass I'm gone empty this clip
Nigga live by yo rep, but I ain't taking shit
When I slip in my disguise, letting you know what I'm about
And I'm blasting at the dark, that's gon blow yo brains out
Of yo head, leave you dead, in a pool of yo blood
Niggas died, niggas scared, cause, I don't show no love
Ain't no fear, when I hear, that the police got a witness
Now they looking for a suspect in North Memphis
Whose this realistic killa wit no conscience
Full of that alcohol, never smoking blunt junts
Get the pump, known as the seven shot scatter gun
Splatter some suckas head open, then I break and run
To the car, parked round the other corner of the street
Hit the gas fast, dog a nigga gotta beat the heat
Fuckin wit the nigga like Pat, you can die hoe
When I come out wit the gat, I'm a ?try? hoe
Easily Executed
Bow down and recognize, nigga it's a homicide
Fuckin wit the nigga like the pastor, that's a suicide
Mission that yo ass on, besta pack a chrome tome
Suckas play that role, like they killas bring it on jones
Roaming in ya neighborhood, and I got my sawed-off
Caught cha getting yo shit, I got my junt and blew yo ass off
Fool, I'm fo real black, caps I'm gon peal back
Not that psychopathic crazy nigga, but I'll snap
You in half wit my bare hands, trick this ain't no candy land
Hoe this ain't no game, they gon find you in a trash can
Down-town fulla flys, blood drippin from yo eyes
?dig? a hoes body for days, and they can't decide
who did it, who done it, police on that okey-doke
say it's drug related cause I did like them white folks do
late at night, wit no witnesses around bro
letting yo ass know, if you step, you can die hoe
Fuckin wit the nigga like Pat, you can die hoe
When I come out wit the gat, I'm a ?try? hoe
Fuckin wit the nigga like Pat, you can die hoe

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
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
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

[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

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
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
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
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

Yeah nigga. It's official. North North. It's on nigga.
Crackin' niggas jaws
Runnin hoes into walls
Niggas yellin "North North!"
Hoes screamin "North North!"
On the north side of town (North North!)
Lurk the killers and the thugs (North North!)
Those who never show no pity (North North!)
Come up short, feel the slugs (North North!)
Upper tone to ya dome (North North!)
When it's over then that's it (North North!)
Ain't gon' be no comin' back (North North!)
You's a victim of this shit (North North!)
Heard the clique (North North!)
Then the gun blast (North North!)
Then yo' body fall (North North!)
In a hood (North North!)
Where this gang shit wrote all on the wall (North North!)
You can call who you want (North North!)
But the police ain't gon' come (North North!)
Till the killers leave the scene (North North!)
And the shit's already done (North North!)
Any one of you lames dumpin stolars to yo' fo (North North!)
If it's anna on yo' chest, I'ma bring it to yo' do' (North North!)
Heidy ho, like I'm ?? (North North!)
Like I'm Lone Ranger (North North!)
Hollows in the chamber (North North!)
Now yo' life's in danger (North North!)
Project not a stranger (North North!)
To dra-ma-ci-dal life (North North!)
Get yo' ass blowed (North North!)
Off in front-of-kids-and-wife (North North!)
Nigga what's beef (North North!)
You can see me in the street (North North!)
I'ma show you what's real (North North!)
When the glock's in yo' grill (North North!)
You can die out here (North North!)
Motherfucker don't pay (North North!)
With the don't play (North North!)
Let the AK forty spray (North North!)
Dead body lay (North North!)
Who's to say (North North!)
Who's gonna get brains (North North!)
Blowed out (North North!)
In front of hoes (North North!)
You weak niggas (North North!)
Love to show out (North North!)
Bouts to slice up the blunt (North North!)
With the razor (North North!)
Fill it with 'dro and get blowed (North North!)
Somethin' major (North North!)
Page my dawgs who stay strapped (North North!)
With them youngsters (North North!)
Or bust on them rollers chief 187 soldiers (North North!)
Mass outta town (North North!)
We slang crack (North North!)
Till we flippin ki's glock to back (North North!)
Cuz for a mill (North North!)
We some dinner thieves (North North!)
Be's the player who runs game (North North!)
Kind of chickery candy paint and chrome twanks (North North!)
When I pickery (North North!)
Hickory dickory (North North!)
Gimme some (North North!)
Oh, you slobbering? (North North!)
That's how you niggas be gettin' caught (North North!)
In a robbery (North North!)
Possibly niggas squeeze on the trigger (North North!)
Then you peel away (North North!)
North Memphis (North North!)

HCP Hypnotize Camp Posse bitch and it's still on hoe
North North North North North Mafia
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us well bitch you fuckin with the fuckin best
When you fuck wit us bitch fuck the rest you fuckin with the best my...
Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Posse
Let me see do you niggas rob
Let me see do you niggas kill
Let me see do you niggas know how to get you a fuckin mill
Let me see do you niggas know how to keep shit real
If you faking the deal then you get your ass killed
Ain't no hating round here nigga we bout our business
All we trying to get is paper and we ain't even witness
You talk a whole bunch of shit get your head bussed bitch
We put bodies in the back of of our pickup bitch
And droppin em in a ditch
Bitch eat these hollow tips and die fuckin one through brain and rib cage
Once they come simulate through your lungs make sure dum-dums don't die today
Dig these hoes bury these foes bitch keep your nose up out my tray
Toss grenades chopper spray stay the fuck up out my way
Leave dem casket doors closed nuthin left but nigga guts
Take a paper sac don't be at the funeral throwing up
None of his remains but these thangs I left in his truck
Sincerly yours Lord Infamous Scarecrow
Don't have to be no stranger violate bitch your life in danger
A trigga nigga bitch that showin no pity full of anger
I said from the start mothafucka I warned you I got no love
It's staight from the heart when I fuck your body up with them slugs
La Chat you know me hoe I'm always seen in the streets
But you never gonna try to talk to me wishing cause you bitches too weak
If you fuck with me it'll be your life a simple chance that you takin
Clicked up with the Hypnotize Camp of life so all you bitches quit hatin
Yeah on that ecs we rollin rollin
North Memphis pistols totin totin
Baby bottles full of cert
With that ice we keep it frozen
Fills of nigga on my hip
Baby I might take a sip
When I'm in the studio
Envy he might take a slip
Ounce of green we break it down
Kings of Memphis on the town
So you niggas take that ink
Trying to stretch it with that frown
Cause all I wanna know is can you smoke with me smoke with me
Cheif on that weed you smokin dope with me dope with me
Bitch this a real mothafuckin click
Niggas out here traytin flodgin fakin on my profit shit
Trying to steal my name trying to have my fame even wanna look like me
Plenty niggas join the game but only the real break the meat
Bring the pain bring the noise get respect cash the check
Everything be cool till they try to get what I get
Fire hot platinum plaque matching chains with the watch
Let me see you haters bring any plaques back to he spot
Bring it on nigga bring it on don't forget to bring dem tones nigga bring dem tones
Nigga hope you be bout pullin triggas cause figgas I hang with to
Thugs in HCP don't carry a gun nigga we carryin two
Wanna be's never be's nobody's you asking me
Just a bunch of niggas that wanna claim that low down dirty three
Pop you bitches in the back give your mamma's heart attacks
From this day forth I declare war I hope you niggas ready for that (okay)
I represent North Memphis where your cars will be stolen
Young niggas buck as hell nuts will get swollen
Mothafuck the police dope we be holding
Poppin out some lead empty clips then reloading
Ghetto thug niggas out the hood what we molding
Turn ya outer weed ecstasy and that blowin
Pullin robberies jacking sprees dollars foldin
Murder first degree fuck with me I ain't goin
Out here on these bricks making licks off of suckas
Armed to the t you can die mothafucka
Trying to get a piece it's the slang we be using
Of the fuckin pie riding twanks we be crusing
Violators dome and your head get so woozy
All fuckin day bodies stay on the newsy
Hypnotize Minds on a rise for a come up
Strapped wit them thangs those who hate will get fucked up
My HCP gorillas making stance fractured skulls exploding brains
To make it tame we came to put a strain of running game of lames
Mafia niggas plan a fit weapons like black panther shit
Decinegrate your life and take your breath just like a cancer stick
I blast with no hessitance no fingerprint evidence
My mafia resiment will bomb on your residents
I'm T-Rock and I dwell in slums of the ak to represent

Welcome to the
Hypnotize zone
Today you'll hear the story
Of Russell Resthaven
And the day he tried
To save his girlfriend
Here's the story
Man you won't believe
What done happened
To me now man
What?
How did this nigga
Come round my way
Then f*** my b****
But I'm gone kill him
When he get off
Work tonight though
Man f*** dat h*e man
You can't be tryin'
To save that b****
Man my nigga den
Housed a h*e to
Brown Freesia
Man I spent cheese
On her and everything
And I bought rangs
And mo sh*t man
I'mma kill that nigga
Dat I'm goin' marry
You can't turn a h*e
Into a house wife man
I love her man
I love her man
It's mine man
I love her man
I gotta marry her man
I'mma marry her
Don't save her
She don't wanna be saved
(Ain't nothin' going on
But the money and power)
Don't save her
She don't wanna be saved
(Got one in the chamber
For you weak as* coward)
Don't save her
She don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me
Project Pat I keep it real
I'mma introduce you
You's a sucka faking deals
If you gonna let these
Freaky h*es run yo life
I don't understand how
You turn a freak into a wife
I don't need to get why
You be eating out her draws
You done bought the b**** a phone
Now you screamin' in all the calls
It's about O-A.M.
She ain't nowhere to be found
Somewhere wit' her friend d*ck
In face and turned to ground
But you best save it last and
You know that she'll go
Suckin' d*ck, chewin' cad
And I hear she on that blow
Did a line maybe two now
She down to do the dew
Took her to the studio so
She down to do the crew
I know just what to do
You can ask the h*e to leave
Once the b**** pack her sh*t
Hurry up and run them streets
Two things I ain't never in
My life done seen before
It's a U.F.O or a h*e
That wouldn't go
Jackie's simple
Jackie's quicker
Jackie likes to suck a d*ck-a
All she wanna do smoke
A blunt get a drink of liqour
Lip-ah to the balls booty
Even enough to smell dodie
You be tryna save a sweater
But you need the f***in' letter
Be the b**** she really is-a
Suck my d*ck you goin' kiss her
Hating h*es try to dis her
Every nigga wanna hit her
Get her in the bed lay her
Down boots wanna fell
Call her up there nig man
There's a way-a
She the star of the foota
Pussy wet real gooda
Camcorder caught on tape
Did I stutter man I should of
F***ed her in her mouth fast
She be taking all cash
Keep my tank from Florida
She pay for my gas
Ass for my nigga drop-a
Somewhere tryna watch her
Pregnant by another man
But you wanna be the papa
Nut, come, but she crave-a
Backseat misbehava
You'll never get the b****
'Cause she wit' that West Haven
Ain't nothin' goin' on
But the money and power
Got one in the chamber
For you weak as* cowards
And I'm tired of you niggas
Goin' saving dese b****es
Stop saving these h*es
Let another nigga get deep
Down in them draws
Take her over to my dogs
So we can do her y'all
Everybody can do it
Let's just have a ball
Ain't nothin' goin' on
But the money and power
Too many niggas
Out here cowards
They be saving dem h*es
They be paying them h*es
But a nigga like me can not go
I'm be kickin' in doos
I be f***in' dese h*es
I be slammin' 'em
Down like Dominoes
B**** you didn't
Know it's CB bro
In and out dese

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)
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'
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
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It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever
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

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
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

Ballers we be on some twinkies twinkies
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
Wha Wha
I here you ballin like dat
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

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...
Bitch, you can't call the police

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
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
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

That drank
That drank
That drank will make ya think, sizzerp
Sipping on some purple
I'ma call it urple
Leaning to the sizzide
Cool like a bercule
Weed got me ?
Eyes tight like girdle
Cruising through the hood slow, something like a turtle
Strapped with them triggas
Hanging hanging with my niggas
Everybody flossed out cause we stacking figgas
Hoes gettin' nothin', but some of this nut in...
...side they esaphagaus bitch
On this hydro coating
Or promythzzing
Sipping on the sizzerp
Sipping on this lizzing
Macking in my mizzind
I'm staying hizzigh
True to the shit I do and that's till I dizzie
Suckas wanna stizzep
I'ma keep it reazzal
Do watcha gotta do man to get a meazzal
Never was a hataa
I'ma stay ?
Sipping on this good drank dog everydaya
Per-per-percoscent, zynax I got the best deals
I love to get powered up off them x-pills
Something to get my swerve on cold dome dranker
Straight out the North Memphis, Tenn on them chrome twenkas
Niggas that hate always end up with hot lead
I'm with them killas hanging out and we ain't scared
Just like my nigga down in Dallas man we already
Swinging in work drink that purple with that erky-jerk
My grill is gold and I smile but ain't shit funny
Like U.G.K. we be hustling for that dirty money
We got them hoes that are pros shaking big booties
Down with they man getting that dough doing thier damn duty
I'm on this drank and this drank got me straight mellow
Most niggas love purple syrup, I prefer yellow
We been on this, on the town since the 70's

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

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)
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
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

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
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
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

We gon' drank we gon' ride
We gon' smoke and get high
Smoke and get high smoke and get high
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
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
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

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
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!
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

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa....[Dj Paul] Please [Project Pat] Yea
Aaaaaaahh Please! [Dj Paul] Say pretty please [girl] ahhhhhhh...
Yea [sound of mix table]
Say I want some triple six dick
Let's...
Oooo I want some triple six dick...[girl screaming]
Let's call the boys let's run a train
Say I want some Hypnotize Minds dick [girl] I can feel it
Let's run a train
Let's run a train
Spread it open, Let's run a train
Let's call the boys let's run a train
Let's run a train
I'm 'bout to claw it, 'bout to claw it
Let's run a train
Let's call the boys let's run a train
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?
Aw naw I'm a virgin (never ho)
Let's run a train (girls screaming and moaning)
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
Let's run a train (girls screaming)
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!
Let's run a train

Red Rum
Red Rum
Red Rum
Red Rum
A 44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggas pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys on the weed tip
They found my nigga dead face down in a ditch
I saw the shit on the news just the other day
I ain't for singing no blues, I'ma make 'em pay
I know them bitches they be hangin' at the Shake Junt
I catch 'em slippin comin' out and commence to pump
Been led leave 'em dead on the fuckin scene
Ballin out and the steam'll make the getaway clean
I made a block then I switched to the other ride
I'm still in shock cuz I just did a homicide
I executed me some punks that deserved it
They had a warrant for they death so I served it
I gave them tricks a little dose of they medicine
I bet them hoes man'll never try that shit again
(Red Rum) Most of yall
Wanna see some blood spillin anyway
(Red Rum) Bodies fall
Niggas dyin' young on this everyday
(Red Rum) Nigga race
When it been yo' time for you to clock out
(Red Rum) Had a face
But you should not had your fuckin guard down
In the street niggas die
They got fired cuz they tried
Test the game of the man
Who's committing homocides
Suicide
Would be better for you fools
But I'll be damned if I don't
Help you out
Like the ??
I can and I'm willing
To proceed with a killing
Stick a gauge up ya anus
Do a crime make it haneous
Amos anger to my chamber
Let a slug through that toe
Cuz I'm on a body stalk
Puttin suckers in the chalk
Walk the walk
Get ya game
Guns click it's whatever nigga
I ain't brought shit
So you know whatever's clever nigga
Trigga happy nappy headed
?? peels off
Motherfuckers caps when I roll with the shotgun
Project pop one
Of you niggas tryin to steal my shit
Fuck with me and mine
And I swear it's a murder bitch
Yeah I see you niggas mean muggin' on them porches

As a youngsta guns-ah
what I specalize in
me and my dawgs selling dope on a rising
rising to gives we together in this hood life
struggling together straight praying for the good life
yo life means more to me then my own do
when you had some beef I went and shot on that whole crew
I do what I gotta do cuz I'm yo right hand
You's a-lot older then me I'm yo little man
Mane time fly's now we old to older
You done came up flippin pebbles to bolders
told ya that I'm down with you until the graveyard
me and you got caught with some work in the same car
you were facing more time then me if behind bars
I was seventeen and a half so I took the charge
you got larger heard now you own a crack house
I did two years and they let a nigga back out
Since you's a on nigga on nigga fuck which ya boy
knowing good and well I grew up which ya boy
you's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge
you gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge
Back out on the town and you riding in the jag clean
hit me with a pound then bought me a chevy thang
I could of saved in flew like the canary
you know I got heart and I know you very scary
carrying alot of weight put in plenty work
always was down for ya dawg did plenty dirt
looking like a jerk and ya living like a kingpin
that ain't showing love
I'm about to stick this tone inside ya fucking face
blow ya brains to the other side
38 dumb dumbs cut like a butter knife
but inside the walls you be soaking up game quick
fuck that gurellia shit trick I done got slick
remember ya kept ya dope backyard dawg house
over there hold gun lap
North Memphis momma house
looking for the cross that will come up from behind ya
muthafuck the laws cuz I'm taking what's mine-ah
Mom's went to church so I'm jumping over gate fast
You mane was outta town handling buisness
blew both rockwilders out they misery
you got it fist in good so they coulden't see
yea it's kind of obvious what I came for
herion and that white-dust ain't no shame boy
a real robber robs a trick and don't say a word
got'em for a pound of herion and bout eight birds
mouth slurred cuz a nigga blowing on some good shit
celebrating cuz a playa done made a phat lick
any trick do this to me hollow points fly
dead in the face right between muthafuckas eye
I be's the nigga busting if we in a brawl
I'm my niggas back up so who we call
me damn fool cuz he knowing that I buck'em

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
North Memphis,North Memphis...
Where dem killas hang
North Memphis,North Memphis...

These niggas got me fucked up
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
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

I was broke pocket full of lint now I'm on the bricks
getting paid like no other dog now I'm stackin' chips
on the road like a trucker man had to take some trips
doing shows for my brothers but strapped with extra clicks
just in case any sucker would wanna run his lips
a female I don't trust her cause women like to trip
I stay all by my getty green hell with some time
there some crime that was petty seem still getting mine
all this hate trip I'm hearing though you I ain't fearing
better try to be growing old man with your children
escalate what a nigga staring his last days nearing
trying to get it right with god only one who I'm fearing
hopin' I'ma make it keep it real
never knew I get the chances for a nigga to get paid
so I take it living like a player should
wishin' that you could knowin' it's all to the good
still down with the hood
This Life We Live (Life as we see it)
See it's oh so beautiful (Oh it's so) beautiful
Oh so beautiful (Oh it's so beautiful)
Last year my cousin took a fall, a sad song
seem like we were just on the phone now he gone
people use to try to judge him sayin' he was wrong
but you can't try to judge a man you do you wrong
smokin' out on a daily base I'm in the clouds
drinkin' liqour fallin' on my face
wondering how I survive all this foolishness
up in the street ridin' dirty I ain't new to this
I'm packin' heat but the streets very hazardous
to a niggaz health watch your step you ain't Lazarus
you'll meet your death
I'm the man from the North, North site of the town
with the will to support me and keep em found
stayin' down got your gold grills dro in the air
barbecue on the grill sun cool for a player
when I ride through the streets hoes are plentiful
Cause the life that we live so beau-ti-ful
Gotta take the good with the bad
smile with the sad, love what you got
and remember what you had messin' with the ones
who help me in the times
when I was flat broke didn't even have a dime
my family they was there, my niggaz they was there
the rest of ya'll left me for dead didn't care
I use to have dreams livin' large in this thang
and by the grace of god I'm still alive in this thang
I strive in this game to get all that I can
Never said I'm the man, respect me as a man
to you ones think I owe you somethin'
now that's a joke think you bad come and get you somethin'
how low to dope
either treal either fake
you can love you can hate
either go and get your own or you can't sit and wait
on the next man to come up you can peep this

If you ain't from my hood you can get from round here
I don't know them niggas
I don't fuck with them niggas
I don't know them hoes
I don't fuck with them hoes
I know this sucka from the suburbs
Cool with this other motherfucker on the outskirts
Tried to get Project Pat caught up in this shizurb
Since you niggaz hate then your plan didn't wizork
On that ATL tattle tale to my bizurbs
Say you saw me with anotha gal now don't be scared
Man you might as well throw in your towel youse a fake thug
Face to face I shoot you in your mouth
Cuz ain't no love say you from the north memphis ten but I doubt that
Stick ya'lls noze in others folks affairs we ain't bout that
Weak motherfucker wanna stare when you see me
Couldn't wait to snitch punk
Bitch you wanna be me
Gotta pay some dues but my shoes to big for ya
Don't be out here trying to claim my hood I don't know ya
Turn state niggas ask if you was a roller
Police ass nigga watch your mouth I done told ya
Weak ass boy
Still out to get paid down for lucha leray
Fuck all the bullshit and he say she say
Those who oppose me shall get no leway
Lying on real niggas end up in gun play
Punk mutherfucker you gonna hear this and feel me
Smile in my face really wanna kill me
Thats if you had heart to pull the trigga
Catcha murda charge I don't think so my nigga
Weak ass hoes play games like they killas
Always runnin mouth braggin on they niggas
Cyper Gardens did and I did not have no dough
No fresh clothes cuz a playa was real poor
I was locked up 2-0-1 wearing bo bo's
Playin dominos shooting dice big ol afros
Now I'm on the town and I'm layin the smack down
Nigga I ain't you best to check my background
Man I'm tired of playing with cha boyz
Think its time I kill you boyz
Wanna run and grab them toys
Fuckin round with real McCoys
Coward boys that bring the noise
Rollin' round in SUV's, DVD's
Man fuck some 20's I'm lo key
Lookin for y'all cowards cuz y'all talking out the side of your mouth
Knowin that the Triple 6 is one of the hardest rappers out
DJ Paul and Juicy J, best producers in the town
I've been got the crown those that ain't down get run down
Man if one of you bitches wanna step up to the juice
Talking bout that nigga wrong talkin bout what cha gonna do
Man its on if you rappers wanna bring it to the door
To you crosses in my click i'm treat you like a hoe
I'm a tell you like this if you talkin in my face
You gonna start a major war be prepared to hit the floor
Everytime you see me coming you be speakin like we cool

Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
She got a bubble gum cap with a Gucci dat's snappin'
With some rhino legs and a booty that's flappin'
With some fire, oh head 'cause you know we love cappin'
Got her toes done up with her fingernails matchin'
Here dat big ol' *** that you're walkin' cross the street with
Peep this for a happy meal can I squeeze it
Till it go pop, make the juice start to runnin' out
Greasy lips, thick like a moose what I'm talkin' 'bout
Them freaky freaks I heard on the loose, let ya pockets out
Got trick *** watchin' your caboose with they wallets out
You should stop, lil' somethin', somethin' bad to tha bone
That ain't a monkey hangin' off ya back that's Donkey Kong
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
How you gon' prance around with all that sayin' you ain't all that
Everybody at ya wanna hit ya like a ball bat
That thang make ya look back, be like man who is that
You can see a hiny on a hiny I'm pursuin' that
A dirty south hoody rat tryin' to hold goodies back
Waist like a wasp, *** cheeks pokin' really fat
I'm Crown Vic old school, squeezin' on her boo, boo
Hugged up, pokin' in her brains so what ya wanna do
Nice tats on ya body, liquor comin' out ya pores
Weed stench ya ain't right, G-string for some drawers
You can call me Mr. Whipple, I won't do no harmin'
Never to the Charmin, come holla at me woman
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
I'm a P I M P with diamonds all in my teeth
I step in the light man, my mouth be shiny
A ghetto star in the street, the shoppin' and cuttin' the ki's
They all wanna get with me, these girls be beggin' please
They call me the juice man, I love a striptease
A girl with a lot of ***, that's down to hit her knees
Yeah, I beat that thang like it stole somethin' never let her hold somethin'
Put the staff in her mouth, claimin' that she owe somethin'
Show 'em somethin' mean on the scene
When I first seen them jeans, teamed with that booty it's a dream team
Make me go go, up and down like a yo yo
But I had to pop her blue 'cause I'm on that Tonio Montana
Good google moogly, that thang is juicy

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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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

ITS A TRAP MAN, IM FINNA STAART ROBBIN
ITS A TRAP MAN, IM FINNA START ROBBIN
I GOT MY NIGGAS MASKED UP WITH THE CHOPPERS
I GOT MY NIGGAS MASKED UP WITH THE CHOPPERS
(X 2)
MY CONNECT TRIED TO TEST ME
SO I HAD TO SPANK HIM
HE DONE BROUGHT THIS TO THE WRONG MAN
HELL WAS HE THINKN?
THINKIN TO MYSELF
SOME HATIN' MUSTA BEEN OFF IN HIS EARDRUM
PROJECT KNOWN TO CROSS U OUT YO LIFE
AND I FEAR NONE
GUNS WHAT I SPECIALIZE
HOP OUT BUSHES LIKE 'SURPRISE!'
ME, TWO MORE KILLAS, K AND MASK,
"YOUR STASH, OR YOUR LIFE!"
HE DIDN'T WANNA COME ON DOWN
.47 CALIBER ROUND
ENTERED IN HIS PARTNER'S LEG,
TOOK HIS PARTNER'S LEG
HE STARTED STARING AT THE BUSINESS
ONCE HE SAW THE BLOOD
ROLL LIKE THE DOCTOR,
NOT THE NURSE
BUT I'LL DRAW YOUR BLOOD
THE DRUGS, THE MONEY
THAT'S WHAT I SAY, HOUSE STASH
HIT HIM UP FOR 10 BRICKS,
50 THOUSAND DOLLARS CASH
ITS A TRAP MAN IM FINNA START ROBBIN
ITS A TRAP MAN IM FINNA START ROBBIN
I GOT MY NIGGAS MASKED UP WITH THE CHOPPERS
I GOT MY NIGGAS MASKED UP WITH THE CHOPPERS
(X 2)
I BLAST WIT MY WEAPON, TRICK
I AINT GOT NO PREFERENCES
THIS PISTOL GOIN UPSIDE ANY HEAD
WHO GOT CARELESS, SEE
CONFLICTS, JEALOUSY,
ANYONE WITH HATRED
YOU NIGGAS SENT TO DEATH
THUS I HOPE THAT YOU AINT FAKIN IT
CUZ PROJECT PAT AINT TAKIN IT
YOU SUCKAS TALK REAL HARD
CHOPPA SLUGS GO THROUGH CARS
LEAVE MY MARK WITH PERMANENT SCARS
BARS, I AINT SCARED OF THEM
YOUR NIGGAS, ILL TAKE CARE OF THEM
I ROBBED TWO OF THEM COWARDS FOR THEY CHAIN,
NOW IM WEARING THEM
THE HOOD IS ON FIRE, FROM THE FIRE
COMIN OUT MY BARREL.
HOLLOW SLUGS BURN THROUGH YOUR FLESH,
CUT THROUGH BONE MARROW
LEAVIN OUT YOUR ROCK SPOT,
POCKETS LOOKIN KINDA FAT.
JACKED EM FOR FOUR O'S
PUT SOME LEAD THAT SUCKA'S BACK!
ITS A TRAP MAN IM FINNA STRT ROBBIN
ITS A TRAP MAN IM FINNA STRT ROBBIN
I GOT MY NIGGAS MASKED UP WITH THE CHOPPAZ
I GOT MY NIGGAS MASKED UP WITH THE CHOPPAZ
ITS A TRAP MAN IM FINNA STRT ROBBIN
ITS A TRAP MAN IM FINNA STRT ROBBIN
I GOT MY NIGGAS MASKED UP WITH THE CHOPPAZ

Co***, co***, co***, co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
I had *** in my mouth, razor blade in my hand
If a ** hittin' *** then you get it from the man
Understand I can do the thang, any way you want it
We can make it quarter key or a *** for the hundred
Want it now, maybe wanna come through a lil' later
Got a line up my nose, size of the equator
Take a ounce of that pure, then make it into two
Bakin' soda make it stretch, on the stove it'll brew
Come on through, I ain't worried 'bout no *** on a jackin'
I got killers front and back do', who ain't on no actin'
Guns clackin' triggers pull, sendin' suckers straight to Heaven
You'll get hit in the head wit' this **-47
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
Residue on the table from the *** we's choppin'
Our balls big as golf balls, we's been sno'tin'
Up all night in this trap house, *** know we got clout
'Caine slangers on the blade know what I'm talkin' 'bout
'Bout to bring the *** to the hood like a blizzard
Dodgin' police and this trap they movin' like a lizard
Hoovin' got a pipeline comin' out of Dallas
Got a mansion in Memphis down there, got a palace
I'm addicted to this hustle game just like the ***
Tell myself I'mma quit but I can't stop it mayne
Love the cars, love the clothes, diamonds in my mouth
Down here dope is cheaper so we boomin' down south
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
Co***, co***, co***, co***

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
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
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
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

Don't you get mad at me cause your broad den chose-a
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock big botty hoppin' in now
Dark skin, gold teeth mann you know we in now
I know that's your baby momma
I know that it hurts some
You know when we get together
I'm gon' let her twurk some
Let her hit the blunt some
No time of the month some
Pull out a condom
Then I make a run some
Freaky as she wanna be
I'ma let her gonna be
She can be herself anytime that she get wit' me
Backseat action riverside relaxin'
Flick out the DVD that ass I'm waxin'
I'ma keep it real wit' cha
I'ma let her deal wit' cha
I don't fight over hoes I'ma let the steel hit cha
All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me
In your heart really sad boy you betta crown me
I, I choose you baby
Oh I, I choose you baby
You fuckin' wit' my lut'
When you lay on yo' child support
She alwayz give me half of that on my car note
Hundred spoke rims sittin' slick on the Escalade
Couldna been the king of heart mane baby got me paid
First of the year tax time keep me wit' a smile
I'ma get a extra couple g's claimin' yo' child
Yeah that's why I know
This is the world that we living in
Don't get hot, stya about my game, and quit meddling
Pedalin' in these weed sacks
Nigga give me feedback
I don't need no stems dog
You can get the seeds back
Always been a hustla
That's were shit is diggin'
Do just like I tell her to
And wit' no renigen
Her lips and my brain
We can go a long way
On her arm my name
Got that for her birthday
I say that's the only way I gotta have it
Branded for life

bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads (boy please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up weaved up
yo hair is messed
need to get bout' a hustle mission
get up on loot run to beautican
run game until the game is gravy
that don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head
ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
got some gold teeth
at da club tryin ta shake that thang
tryin ta get piece
chicken chicken always into some dumb shit
shuolda paid ya light bill
you bought a outfit
stay at ya mammy house
and keep a smart mouth
its Project Memphis Tenn represent tha south
so pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
full of that mo mo holla at a chicken
yeah you like my outfit
don't even fake the deal
i thought you said you had your girl on the light bill
always in my face
talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims for da Cadilac
you riding clean
but ya gas tank is on E
be stepping out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet
that's just the meter broke
youn't know'cha talkin bout
anyway them new Jordans finna come out
hate see ya in a club
ya mobbin wit a mug
know that ya ridin wit ya boy
ya nothing but a scrub
but he was with me
that's when you hated
cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted
i sho did
in our face drankin on that "yak"
moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs
what? you need some gum
breath like some thunder
what you lookin at
i don't want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)
now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
see the 20 inch Pirelli's roll
mane thank the vogues
dodgin all my foes
ridin Cady truck wit dvd
a flock of broads follow me
from the club to break they knees
knowin that's all i want
straight out tha club
tha rest ain't smellin right
the last thang on they mind is freshin up
its goin down tonight
weave in they head
weed in they purse
still crunk
baby seats all across the back wit close in the trunk
i been known to hold my own
i been known to ride on chrome
i been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
i'm the fool supplyin tha dro
i'm tha fool supplyin tha blow
i'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do
tellin me that you diggin me
tellin me i'm yo man to be
girlfriend its gone cost a fee
get yo rags and work that streets
pay ya boy and make me rich
so we keep them swisher's lit
pay yo fees we count them g's

Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun)
I'm Psycho- pathic, behind the trig-ga
I needed loot so, I had to rob ya
But face steel cause ya, a coward to me
I grab the pop ya, before ya do me
Ya high cap-pin friend, flex-in in my hood
I'm out here star-vin, you live-in real good
As long as I got, a toll I stay paid
You keep sell-in dope, there's cheese to be made
Pull up on the track, niggas start to bell-in
I pulled out my gat, that's my dope y'all sell-in
So check on in boy, break yo self on down
You got 10 dollars, that's more than I have
Could be petish thangs, bet-ter than noth-ang
Even you roll fools, go get me some-thang
Don't get your-self hurt, slaught-ered like a hog
I'm out on these streets, crawl-in like a dog
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun)
Open seas-ame, the safe in the floor
What I told the clerk, at the cor-ner store
A mask on my face, for cam-ras to see
A glock to his dome, bitch don't play with me
Ya don't know the code, his eyes I see fear
Cause it's bout to get ugly up in here
The boy blew my high, the gun blew his ass
Right off with his man-ager in the back
Ball-in off the lot, no cheese mad as fuck
Half-way down the street, some hoes from the club
Pulled up at the light, in benzo with rims
Now im act-in like, im holler-in at them
Wussup with y'all? What y'all doin out this late
Girls: Shit! Just leaving the club. What's the business
Let me get y'all number
And them rings, and that purse
All that mother-fucking shit around yo neck!!
Bitch!! Let me get this shit hoe
Drop it all!!! Shut up bitch!!! Shut up bitch
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun)
Robbers we hang, in hoods where they clean
Jack-in any-one, from creature to fiend
Addicted to this, just like it was crack
You sniff in the stream, my tones to your back
I'm out on the lake, while you on a date
Your bitch looking good, you clean so I hate
You take-in your time, to wine and to dine
But times on my side, so I'm goin goin hide
In bushes your house, pull up we jump out
With mask-is and gun, then duct tape your mouth
The girl you was with, gave us the info
That you was a head big nig-ga with doe
A kidnap can turn into a murd-er
Now where is the stash, 45 will serve-ya
We take-in the loot, never think-in twice
Either it's the cheese, or either your life
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up