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"Project Pat"
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"Project Pat"
"Project Pat"
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жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: What Cha Starin' At? Mixtape
Project Pat Shouts Out Da Haters/Cuz I'm I'm A Player
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Project Pat
жанры: rap, hip-hop
альбомы: What Cha Starin' At? Mixtape
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Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' I wanna send a special shout out to these hypocrites These muthafuckin' fairy informant ass niggaz mayne You know what I'm sayin', these muhfuckin' Donnie Brascos These fuckin' dick riders, ol' pussy eatin' bullshit ass niggazRun they muhfuckin' mouth, get they muhfuckin' wig Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' pussy hoe ass shit nigga We ain't playin' with none of you hoez Y'all know who I'm talkin' about fuck you bitches Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayneHen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and 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 understand in my blood ain't no trakeness Or no fakeness and no hoe couldn't break this, you can hate thisDis bitch that bitch, nigga here's the deal Crunchy ain't runnin' 'round here fakin' deals Crunchy runnin' 'round here tryna get a meal Why you fakin' a deal, it don't cost nothin' to be realAll ya gotta do is keep that shit real Don't be runnin' 'round here hollerin' you got deals Don't be runnin' 'round here hollerin' that you'll kill It don't cost nothin' to be real but it costs when ya killI'm 'bout to crash into you suckaz like the World Trade I'm riding Green Escalade, full of green grenades You hoez always hollerin' that we be some bitches and shit But everytime I turn around you got our name on your shitI used to be with them mayne, I'm still with them You wish you was with them How the fuck you hate them when you always claimin them? I think it's funny 'cause ya'll faggots be still calling my studio Trying to get back, stay who you with 'cuz I don't need ya hoeI call up my niggaz we buckin' and tossin' with no mercy hoe We packin' mass case and decoratin' ya with bullet holes La Chat I be ready you bustaz ain't got no reeds and shit That leaves me no choice to grab my glock and go fucka witYou speak killa talk but ain't no killa in yo blood boi The infrared be beamin', I got this scope-a behind your door You niggaz can't take it you hate the fact that we runnin' it You ain't gotta love it but you gon learn to respect it bitchGot 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 6, gotta blow your brains outGot that south sowed up, got them guns loaded up Fuckin' with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blowed up It's a hold up, everybody fold up Niggaz talk like they tough but they ain't got no nutts, bitchI'm shootin' a dike in her breasto, coward in his chesto And this police nigga, what we call em' Donnie Brasco If you bitches want war, you can bring it, let's go When I put this tone in yo face presto (Click)A killa in a black coat, goin' to make a mesto Leave you in da street wit a bloody Willie Esco Drankin' on some scotch and we choppin' down that coco Tryin' to roll some pot in a fuckin' optimol-doeDon't you make the wrong move and you'll get your ass killed dawg A fake ass nigga but he claimin' that he real dawg You ain't gotta lie to kick it actin' like you down dawg Always lookin' lite trying to wear a murder frown dawgDon't you get smacked and be gettin' off the pavement dawg Don't you make me act a fool when somebody hatin' me dawg Hypnotize Camp Posse got my fuckin' back dawg Frayser Boy will leave you stankin', pop you with that gat dawgI'm watchin' out for you polices, niggaz who'll tell it This union will rip your head in pieces, I know ya feel it These lyrics just like Mona Lisas 'cuz you can sell it The posse click tight like feces, I know ya smell itThis ghetto hood shit is crucial just like a murder You step, whoa, then we shoot ya we quick to serve ya You hate us feelings mutual so don't be scared-a The HCP will do ya mayne, we gon hurtcha
Это интересно:Patrick Rasheed Houston родился в 1972 году в Мемфисе, Теннесси. В начале 90х DJ Paul & Juicy J (кстати брат Project Pat'a) создают группу под названием Three 6 Mafia (666 Mafia кто не понял). Pat присоедяется к группе на 2 альбома, после чего записывает свой сольный альбом "Gretty Green". До записи альбома у "Мафии" был бифф с легендарной на сегодяшний день MidWest группой Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. А началось всё из-за того, что Bone Thugs начинают... продолжение
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