| Project PAT:
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| Man, why these niggas always hatin’on Hynotize and Cash Money?
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| Man, fuck these niggas!
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| Baby:
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| What’s up wodie? |
| It’s these gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys.
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| These big time Hot Boy$, these 3−6 boys,
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| wit the self made millionaire Cash Money boys.
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| Turk:
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| You done fucked with the wrong nigga
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| Must they know that I ride and I shoot quicker
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| Should have known not to upset this lil nigga
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| You got a click so what nigga my click thicker
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| 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
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| Or shit I’ll kill yo’family
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| That’s what I do Bust ya chest wide open
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| And split ya fade nigga
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| And them all frozen
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| Moves from the 'K nigga
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| Turk don’t play, when it’s time to get serious
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| Think I’m a hoe keep it that way and stay curious
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| Baby:
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| Niggas be shoutin’one love but wearin black gloves
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| Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin’for play
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| Them niggas shouldn’t be respected, they fake
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| Instead of hittin’blocks with glocks and touchin’niggas money spot
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| And breakin’bread with the woman who put em in that spot
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| These niggas wanna trick they hoes
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| And play with they nose
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| Instead of totin’fo’fo’s and movin’fuckin’kilos
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| Nigga I done bought more cars than niggas done bought pussy hoes
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| And bought more rims than niggas done fucked they main hoe in they assholes
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| 3−6 told me to roll and unload
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| But nigga fuck that
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| I’m tryin’to stack and mack
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| And that deal with Universal shoulda showed that
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| But Uptown is where its at Playboy won’t you tell me how you luv that?
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| Won’t you tell me how you luv that?
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| Ballers
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| We be on some twanky twankies
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| Playa hatas get found stanky stanky
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| Trickin fat blunts of that danky danky
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| Big diamond rangs on our panky panky
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| Juvenile:
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| Fuck with 3−6 Mafia gon’make me millions
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| Fuck with CMR gon’make me some more millions
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| I can see it, I’m a kill 'em
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| And build me and building
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| And put some money to the side for my mom and my children
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| Ridin’with my nigga Rambezee ???
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| Drinkin’for my nigga Babyzee and B.G.eezy
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| Ducked off
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| Tinted windows on my candy apple cut dawg
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| It’s a classy nigga fuck yall
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| Juicy J:
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| I’m representin’Northern Memphis to the fuckin’fullest
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| We ain’t the kind to tote a gun when there ain’t no bullets
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| And when that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it You see a nigga holdin gauge and you wish he would have
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| Rolled by yo’mama house and put her in a coma
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| Cuz niggas gone on that Hennessey and marijuana
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| And now we back up in the hood on a burner phone-a
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| In that game slangin’came to you blood donors
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| It’s on, coward
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| Lil Wayne:
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| They call me quick draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne
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| Champagne took my brain I don’t think I just aim
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| Drop tops on a Z-3
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| Start shootin’like 3 burners
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| How come them try me Never know me block burner
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| Better watch for lil shorty in black
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| Nigga get back
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| Bout to make my glock 40 click clack
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| Brrr kill it It’s yo Life
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| Spill It Playin’with the realest
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| Pop fire like a skillet
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| Now nigga what the dilly
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| Highly influenced on Cristal
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| I’m warnin’you to clear the set because it gets wild
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| I be disguised as a mailman with a pistol
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| Then deliver him 50 shots and take his child
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| DJ Paul:
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| Punk bitch I dare ya I double dare ya step against this pot belly
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| Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ain’t ready
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| Weak ass them cowards try to make moves but I knock 'em out
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| 2nd ones step yall need more help 2 barrels in his mouth
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| 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
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| This is my board I let you roll off
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| And how you gon’have ice when I cut your fuckin’water off
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| Project PAT:
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| It’s the project nigga roll back I own them bricks
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| Kickin’game with the Hot Boy$ and 3−6
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| B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil Wayne
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| North Memphis, Uptown, and we havin’thangs
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| AIn’t no thang when ya come real ya gotta shine
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| I’m strapped with a glock 9, he ain’t takin’mine
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| We in our prime puttin’in work players never rush it Full of gin, fucking hoes, like I’m mad russian
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| A discussion amongst men means a power move
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| Is about to be made for a come-up fool
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| Slang that iron when you get in my business
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| Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the rise bitch |