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. (Get ya rob). And breakin' bread with your dawgs, now that will. Get ya rob. Repeat Project Pat. At the corner stores hangin' with my young niggas. Project Pat in the Bay, what we squeeze Chrome
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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
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Intro/Chorus repeat 2X. I make the trap - BOOM BOOM 4X. I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls 2X Project Pat. Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers. A bird of blow on the table
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Intro/Chorus repeat 2X. I make the trap - BOOM BOOM 4X. I got soft, I got hard, I got pills, I got balls 2X Project Pat. Rocks under my balls, pistol in my drawers. A bird of blow on the table
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nigga cheese up on my mind *** 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
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Three 6 Mafia f/ Al Kapone, 8Ball & MJG, DJ Spanish Fly, Project Pat DJ Paul talking yeah yeah yeah it's goin down m- motherfucking motherfucking-town bitch. The originaters up in this bitch, we got
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gettin' my dick sucked 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
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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 Make dat ass clap make i
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, 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
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''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 h
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As a youngsta guns, ah, what I specialize 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, lif
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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta. Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta. Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta. Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate. Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate Gangsta g-g
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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 l
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I got a chrome plated heart. Wings on these fingers, trying to tear it apart. I got angels crying from up above. And they got rust in their eyes, they got rust on their love But I have learned to
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The project. Let's get together. We're the only ones you can unite. All the people on the left and all the ones who on the right. It's time to stop the fight and start believing in the concept. The
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I got a chrome-plated heart. I got wings on these fingers trying to tear it apart. I got angels crying from up above. And they got rust in their eyes. They got rust on their love. But I have
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Song Elvis - Pat Green. A thick plush blue carpet at my feet. A peacock stained glass window staring back at me. A nine foot crushed white velvet sofa in the hallway. There's a TV in the kitchen
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I got a chrome-plated heart. I got wings on these fingers trying to tear it apart. I got angels crying from up above. And they got rust in their eyes. They got rust on their love. But I have
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Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth. Shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch. Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth. Shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch. Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth. Shut ya mouth,
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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 don't that, don't that trick ass ni
