Mile upon mile, got no direction We're all playin' the same game We're all lookin' for redemption Just to pray, to say the name So caught up now in pretendin
Man, why these niggas always hatin' on hypnotize and Cash Money? Man, fuck these niggas! What's up wodie? It's these gold girl and these platinum-mouth
it business to keep food in my tummy Tha ghetty ghetty green on them 20's riding clean 'Cause paper chasing just I'm like a fiend It's yo boy Project Pat
, Hot Boys) [Project PAT] Man, why these niggas always hatin' on Hynotize and Cash Money? Man, fuck these niggas! [Baby] What's up wodie? It's these
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
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
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
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
Yeah, it's on for the 1999, Project Pat in this hoe Putting this ghetto bump in ya speaker Hypnotize done made it, you know the business hoe Breaking
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
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
you sadistic, 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
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
Aaa Please Yea Aaa, please Say pretty please Ahh Yea Say I want some triple six dick (Let's) Ooo, I want some triple six dick (Let's call the boys, let
', 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
Ghetty green, ghetty green I gotta get the green Ghetty green, ghetty green And that's by any means Ghetty green, ghetty green I gotta get the green
Up there, up there Where we wanna be iz up there, up there These trees 'll get us up there, up there Them green leaves 'll get us up there, up there Where
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 the hood
