Project Pat Get Down lyrics

Yes sir 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

I was wild with that pistol 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 with that pistol 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

They knew them K's was blazin', they knew they couldn't phase 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' with flags, hit you with autos and mags
Run up on this here you'll crash and we ain't wearin' no mask
Strange to us an alien, warrin' like it's Rayleon
You, got reputation, dog you needs to pay me some

Cars it ain't no savin' 'em, broads we out here playin' 'em
Until that we go to jail, then we wanna stay with 'em
Kept the hydro fired up, coca kept us wired up
If you is a shaky guy, you don't wanna ride with us

I was wild with that pistol 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 with that pistol 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 had cheese, dope and a whole bunch of broads
Hydro weed, smoke and pistola in my draws
Niggaz do choke, scared of me like the laws
'Cause that gage I tote, blow they back through the walls

Well they never ever caught me, catch a bartee
You could die, rather shortly, murder partee
Drankin', 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
Nothin' to a gangsta, that ain't no decision
Seen 'em dippin' with them wankstas leavin' the club
Guerrilla piss, in my system, a dangerous drug

My nigga C he was drivin', they pulled on the E-way
Ballin' up behind them, I let lose the SK
Through the wind shield, rip steel, cut they heads off
On expressway seen a exit then we sped off

I was wild with that pistol 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 with that pistol 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