Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
I wanna send a special shout out
to these hypocrites
These muthafuckin' fairy informant
ass niggaz mayne
You know what I'm sayin',
these muhfuckin' Donnie Brascos
These fuckin' dick riders,
ol' pussy eatin' bullshit ass niggaz
Run they muhfuckin' mouth,
get they muhfuckin' wig
Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' pussy
hoe ass shit nigga
We ain't playin' with none of you hoez
Y'all know who I'm talkin'
about fuck you bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track
up for these hoes mayne
Hen- hen- O- Sin make a playa sin,
mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again, Project Pat gotta keep a strap,
haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth,
blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would
represent this hood
North Memphis, nigga Hollywood
Make it understand in my blood
ain't no trakeness
Or no fakeness and no hoe couldn't break this,
it don't cost nothin' to be real
All ya gotta do is keep that shit real
Don't be runnin' 'round here
hollerin' you got deals
Don't be runnin' 'round
here hollerin' that you'll kill
It don't cost nothin' to be real
but it costs when ya kill
I'm 'bout to crash into you
suckaz like the World Trade
I'm riding Green Escalade,
full of green grenades
You hoez always hollerin' that
we be some bitches and shit
But everytime I turn around
you got our name on your shit
I used to be with them mayne,
I'm still with them
You wish you was with them
How the fuck you hate them
when you always claimin them?
I think it's funny 'cause ya'll
faggots be still calling my studio
Trying to get back,
stay who you with 'cause I don't need ya hoe
I call up my niggaz we buckin' and
tossin' with no mercy hoe
We packin' mass case and decoratin'
ya with bullet holes
La Chat I be ready you bustaz ain't
got no reeds and shit
That leaves me no choice to grab
my glock and go fucka wit
You speak killa talk but ain't
no killa in yo blood boi
The infrared be beamin',
I got this scope- a behind your door
You niggaz can't take it you hate
the fact that we runnin' it
You ain't gotta love it but you
gon learn to respect it bitch
Got some syrup in my cup,
got some smoke in my mouth
Got some white in my nose,
got your bitch on the couch
Got her head in my lap,
trick I gotta keep it south
Got a problem with Three 6, gotta
blow your brains out
Got that south sowed up,
got them guns loaded up
Fuckin' with the Scarecrow,
that'll get ya blowed up
It's a hold up, everybody fold up
Niggaz talk like they tough but they
ain't got no nutts, bitch
I'm shootin'
Don't you make the wrong move and
you'll get your ass killed dawg
A fake ass nigga but he claimin'
that he real dawg
You ain't gotta lie to kick it actin'
like you down dawg
Always lookin' lite trying to wear
I'm watchin' out for you
polices, niggaz who'll tell it
This union will rip your head in pieces,
I know ya feel it
These lyrics just like Mona
Lisas 'cause you can sell it
The posse click tight like feces,
I know ya smell it
Project Pat 
