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Project Pat This Ain T No Game

I'm Ghetto Fab, hungry Beastie Boy with (Brass Monkey) Humphey Bogartin' the whole country Chunky women love Doc (Projects) pump me like Pat My pimp game

don't know them hoes I don't fuck with them hoes I know this sucka from the suburbs Cool with this other motherfucker on the outskirts Tried to get Project Pat caught up in this

already know that I'm the king with it And, you don't want to come behind me with it bro Ugh, I killed this shit, I ain't got to rhyme no more [Verse

the paper M E M P H I S I'mma rep this hurr 'til I walk up on death My demise ain't here, don't hold your breath Cook heat over beef so I'm somethin

on E Be steppin out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet (Project Pat) That's just the meter broke youn't know'cha talkin bout Anyway them new Jordans

suckin' let this Ruga go It ain't no dead line Cause they don't love but plenty hate When I come at you hoe I'ma take this mask up off my face We

is money man Can't you niggaz comprehend? Lock and fuckin' load fool Break the fuckin' law fool Ain't no attitude fool This is what we came to do With

me see your gold shine Hoody hoo is the one where we all play this game Gold chain pinky ring say the hell for some fame Hustle in to tha in ain't afraid

nigga fuck yall [Juicy J] I'm representin' Northern Memphis to the fuckin' fullest We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets And when