Project Pat

Project Pat - Get Down lyrics

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[Juicy J:]

Yessir North North! Yeah Project Pat 'bout to hip you

niggaz to some real shit... how he used to do it back

in the day... that mask and that muhfuckin' pistol...

what that nigga went to jail fo' on some real real shit



[Chorus:]

I was wild wit' that pis-tol in the streets

Tryna make a killin' off of coke and weed

You know how we get, down, you know how we get, down

You know how we get, down, you know how we get, down

I was wild wit' that pis-tol in the streets

Tryna make a killin' off of coke and weed

You know how we get, down, you know how we get, down

You know how we get, down, you know how we get, down



[Verse 1:]

They knew them K's, was blazin', they knew they couldn't, phaze him

Roll through not to, get chasin', look for prey, to slay 'em

That's what we out, here doin', Hardy boy heads, we bruisin'

Resist and you'll, be losin', murder was the, conclusion

Flossin' and flaugin' wit' flags, Hit you wit' autos and mags

Run up on this here, you'll crash, and we ain't wearin' no mask

Strange to us, an al-i-en, warrin' like it's ray-le-on

You, got reputa-ti-on, dog you needs to pay me some

Cars, it ain't no savin' 'em, broads, we out here playin' 'em

Un-til that, we go to jail, then we wanna stay wit' 'em

Kept, the hydro fired up, coca kept us wired up

If you is a shaky guy, you don't wanna ride wit' us



[Chorus]



[Verse 2:]

I had cheeeese, dope, and a whole bunch of broads

Hydro weeeed, smoke, and pistola in my draws

Niggaz doooo choke, scared of me, like the laws

'Cause that guaaage I tote, blow they back, through the walls

Well they never ever caught me, catch a bar-tee

You could die, rather short-ly, murder par-tee

Drank-in', on a fo'-ty, wanna cross, me

Shot the boy, in his face, now his brother want, me

And my boys took it out of town, oh it's a collision

No-thin' to a gang-sta, that ain't no decision

Seen 'em dippin' wit' them wank-stas, leavin' the club

Guerilla piss, in my sys-tem, a dan-gerous drug

My nigga C, he was driv-in', they pulled on the e-way

Ballin' up behind them, I let, loose the S-K

Through the wind-shield, rip steel, cut they heads off

On expressway, seen a exit then we sped off



[Chorus]



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