[Intro]

This what I feel 'bout ya, ain't shit real 'bout ya

I still kill rappers

Body after body and I'm still rappin'

[Project Pat sample]

All that loud talkin hoe need to gon' settle down

'Fore yo friend have to pick ya ass up off the ground

All that loud talkin hoe need to gon' settle down

'Fore yo friend have to pick ya ass up off the ground

[Hook]

I feel like Project Pat

I got weed, I got blow like Project Pat

Project Pat

(Gorilla on these fuckin' hoes) like Project Pat

[Verse 1]

You ain't no real nigga, you don't kill niggas, boy that ain't yo type

You lyin' 'bout them choppers on my life

Yo ass ain't 'bout that life on god

You ain't hood, you ain't trappin', you don't jook

You ain't never took a 100 bandz or pistol whipped a plug

You ain't never seen a dead man floatin' in his blood

We kidnap the dopeboys, damn right, I'm paranoid

You ain't shot shit, you ain't got no gun, you a burglarer

You broke the first rule; talkin' smart to a murderer

Mobster, I'm the type of nigga rob the robbers

Fresh up out the penti', rob yo ass for every penny

Gimmie Got Shot, blowed his ass off on the other side

My shooter, he paralysed, all he do is drive-by's

Jack, a nigga that's down for my crown mane

If yo ass step, I'm gon' be down town mane

Enemies gon' flee when I let these bullets fly mane

Niggas passin' plates, snortin' line after line mane

[Project Pat sample]

All that loud talkin hoe need to gon' settle down

'Fore yo friend have to pick ya ass up off the ground

All that loud talkin hoe need to gon' settle down

'Fore yo friend have to pick ya ass up off the ground

[Hook]

I feel like Project Pat

I got weed, I got blow, like Project Pat

I think I'm Project Pat

(Gorilla on these fuckin' hoes) like Project Pat

[Verse 2]

Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I keep a big strap

Yeah, fuck a diss rap, don't get yo ass bitch slapped

Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, I want yo bank roll

My homeboy gon' off that boy, he'll shoot yo main hoe

Niggas showin' out, talkin' loud

I got a hundred shots, I shoot off in the crowd

Now who done said that I lost it

I put yo body parts off in the garbage

Yeah real nigga, fuck the flaudgin'

I leave a pussy nigga in a coffin

Say you ain't hard as you think you is

Hoes ask who I think I am

[Project Pat's "Keep My Name Out Yo Mouth" Verse]

Need to stay up out of mine

Can a nigga breath

You said you saw me servin' fiends

Can a nigga eat

Just cause you saw them wagon wheels

Now I'm in the street

Them bodies on the TV

So I shot the heat

Project Pat-ah all about a loaf of bread

'bout my paper, nigga I'll crack a head

But all that he say, she say, they cross

Heat spray all day or get your head blowed off