fuckin wit a slaughterer Some police don't serve protective They bangin' pussy in projects Some niggas pay him off to sell they dope around his set Repeat 1 [Project Pat
[project pat] 1 - walked up to your house Knocked on your door and blast Kickin' down your fuckin' shit Then snatchin' up the mass This is personal bitch
''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
a fuck because you are a officer I'll put you in a coffin sir you fuckin' with a slaughterer Bitch the police don't serve protect they buyin' pussy And projects
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
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
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
m up load your Cutlass up with your fucking click busting on you hoes sipping gatorade Hennessy my entourage be straight from hypnotized Tennessee fuck with
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis Cock 'em up Hypnotized minds
a nigga, maybe slap a cracka Maybe rethink your whole strategy and be like, "Fuck these rap geeks, I'm rhymin with Project Pat-a" I know that's probably
BM, uh huh This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects workin for
war with me (No No) You don't wanna go there with me (No) Before you go there with me Make sure you know you fuck with real OG's [Verse 2: Papoose] Papoose
yeah It's the motherfuckin' infamous Pimpin' Ken Yeah, all you motherfuckin' hoes out there misguided, undecided Y'all need to come on and fuck with a
guts I'm on the scene, drankin lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court But
We smoke the best of dro while she down wit some Jack-Jack My eyes like the red carpet still on the blue side [Project Pat] They locked me up just like
mouth [project pat] By love real my nig Let blood spill my nig Shoot to kill my nig If ya real my nig Project pat my nig I spit facts my nig Hang with
a joke Don't fuck around with hcp and get you ass smoked, ho Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause i
two nine, paul with the forty Motherfuckers on a paperchas, yeah Killa from three 6, k-roc don't play Don't play with me baby (project pat) We makn'