Project Pat Lyrics
Project Pat Lyrics
"Whatever Ho Lyrics"
A Sculpture Of The Night Lyrics
Within night infinity I slowly drift Over the plains Desolation... I gaze, time does not exist gere But endless, eternal, me A sculpture of the night I am Nump...yet I fly...to explore...what is built Out of hate A king of this world I am Thronebearer of hate With clear sight I see it Even though it's dark For me it is always Sunlight cannot touch me Neither it reaches my mind Still I can reach it to consume I am the face of wisdom The punishment, damnation The shadow I am, the wideopen eye Growing mightier A sculpture of the night Brought to rule the neverending I slowly drift...night...infinity As the shadows grows
Within night infinity I slowly drift Over the plains Desolation... I gaze, time does not exist gere But endless, eternal, me A sculpture of the night I am Nump...yet I fly...to explore...what is built Out of hate A king of this world I am Thronebearer of hate With clear sight I see it Even though it's dark For me it is always Sunlight cannot touch me Neither it reaches my mind Still I can reach it to consume I am the face of wisdom The punishment, damnation The shadow I am, the wideopen eye Growing mightier A sculpture of the night Brought to rule the neverending I slowly drift...night...infinity As the shadows grows
DJ Paul:
Yeah you muthafuckin' hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp and Profit Posse in this
muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
muthafuckin' shit
Bitch, it's whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)
Juicy J:
Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they convicts
Know they hear them guns click
Doped up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang cuz I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'
Lord Infamous:
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz don't want 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 House, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit with out us bitch
Don't forget
Cruchy Black:
Killin' ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit
Niggaz ain't shit
Bodies in a ditch
How
Leave You Laughin' Lyrics
Cledus T. Judd/Paul Overstreet. Cledus Crap Anthems(SESAC)/Scarlet Moon Music, Inc./Admin by Copyright Management Services, Inc. (BMI) Lately I've been thinking about this crazy life I live All the things that I've been given And just what I have to give Oh I may not be a rich man in a lot of people's eyes But I found the treasure I can share Inside this heart of mine CHORUS Oh I'd like to be remembered by the smiles on your face And if troubles come to find you you can always look my way I will be right there beside you as you travel down life's road I hope I leave you laughing when the curtains close I'd like to give you silver around your clouds of gray Some gold that you can cling to and the memories
many niggaz done talked that shitCledus T. Judd/Paul Overstreet. Cledus Crap Anthems(SESAC)/Scarlet Moon Music, Inc./Admin by Copyright Management Services, Inc. (BMI) Lately I've been thinking about this crazy life I live All the things that I've been given And just what I have to give Oh I may not be a rich man in a lot of people's eyes But I found the treasure I can share Inside this heart of mine CHORUS Oh I'd like to be remembered by the smiles on your face And if troubles come to find you you can always look my way I will be right there beside you as you travel down life's road I hope I leave you laughing when the curtains close I'd like to give you silver around your clouds of gray Some gold that you can cling to and the memories
About the Project fuckin' Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
Niggaz gon' talk, bitches gon' start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I want is cash
Muthafuckaz have
Get down on your knees
Gimme all your cash
ScanMan:
Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your back
Cause still we chillin' with Pat
Straped with them gats
Be ready to attack
All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's gonna
get rough
Situation's gone bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that shit and peep these streets
Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my
head
DJ Paul:
Killin', buckin', buckin up in Gunfire
Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is Warfare
Suckaz claimin' they got nuts
You don't know these elephants
Specialize in takin' notes
Specialize in nappy hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think they know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in this game
MC Mack:
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta ass ni
Special Delivery Lyrics
[Verse 1] Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery Get cake, snakes get slithery Lean in, show y'all the meaning of chivalry Rap ruler, you could ask Buddha Right jab like Zab Zuda Every member on my team is the shooter Tight like a womb, no room for intruders Spark Buddha, twistin' the Philly And Good Humor, don't be silly It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered Like makeup, I got it all covered Want a jewel, don't be cruel It's authentic, don't be fooled By these phony accusations Backlash and slanders Front, and they put pits in ya Stunts and propaganda Keep it private, 'cause I'm the commander In chief, I never stop like beef Gimme a
ga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off[Verse 1] Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery Get cake, snakes get slithery Lean in, show y'all the meaning of chivalry Rap ruler, you could ask Buddha Right jab like Zab Zuda Every member on my team is the shooter Tight like a womb, no room for intruders Spark Buddha, twistin' the Philly And Good Humor, don't be silly It's gravy baby, I got it all smothered Like makeup, I got it all covered Want a jewel, don't be cruel It's authentic, don't be fooled By these phony accusations Backlash and slanders Front, and they put pits in ya Stunts and propaganda Keep it private, 'cause I'm the commander In chief, I never stop like beef Gimme a
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's speakin' use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
you ain't no busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our
T-Rock:
Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries civil
Homies swithin', actin' fickle
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
ain't chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop
Gangsta Boo:
Yeah I know, I know
Down, down, baby goin' down, down
Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the Tech and
Be pointed at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up more than me
DJ Paul:
Heartbeats Lyrics
(The Knife cover) One night to be confused One night to speed up truth We had a promise made four hands and then away Both under influence we had devine scent To know what to say Mind is a razorblade Refr: To call for hands of above to lean on Wouldn't be good enough for me, no One night of magic rush The start of simple touch One night to push and scream and then relief Ten days of perfect tunes The colors red and blue We had a promise made we were in love Refr.- (x2) And you, you knew the hand of a devil And you, kept us awake with wolf tears sharing different heartbeats in one night Refr.- (x2)
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It's whatever, whatever ho(The Knife cover) One night to be confused One night to speed up truth We had a promise made four hands and then away Both under influence we had devine scent To know what to say Mind is a razorblade Refr: To call for hands of above to lean on Wouldn't be good enough for me, no One night of magic rush The start of simple touch One night to push and scream and then relief Ten days of perfect tunes The colors red and blue We had a promise made we were in love Refr.- (x2) And you, you knew the hand of a devil And you, kept us awake with wolf tears sharing different heartbeats in one night Refr.- (x2)
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Project Pat:
Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want none