Ghetty Green

[project pat]
Man, why these niggas always hatin' on hynotize and cash money?
Man, fuck these niggas!

[baby]
What's up wodie? it's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys
These big time hot boy$, these 3-6 boys,
Wit the self made millionaire cash money boys

[turk]
You done fucked with the wrong nigga
Must they know that i ride and i shoot quicker
Should have known not to upset this lil nigga
You got a click so what nigga my click thicker
A bunch of real niggas that'll burn ya
With no waitin' catch ya slippin then jam ya up
Slangin' weight ain't no thang for me
Play by the rules
Or shit i'll kill yo' family
That's what i do
Bust ya chest wide open
And split ya fade nigga
And them all frozen
Moves from the 'k nigga
Turk don't play, when it's time to get serious
Think i'm a hoe keep it that way and stay curious

[baby]
Niggas be shoutin' one love but wearin black gloves
Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for play
Them niggas shouldn't be respected, they fake
Instead of hittin' blocks with glocks and touchin' niggas money spot
And breakin' bread with the woman who put em in that spot
These niggas wanna trick they hoes
And play with they nose
Instead of totin' fo' fo's and movin' fuckin' kilos
Nigga i done bought more cars than niggas done bought pussy hoes
And bought more rims than niggas done fucked they main hoe in they assholes
3-6 told me to roll and unload
But nigga fuck that
I'm tryin' to stack and mack
And that deal with universal shoulda showed that
But uptown is where its at
Playboy won't you tell me how you luv that?
Won't you tell me how you luv that?

[chorus: repeat 2x]
Ballers
We be on some twanky twankies
Playa hatas get found stanky stanky
Trickin fat blunts of that danky danky
Big diamond rangs on our panky panky

[juvenile]
Fuck with 3-6 mafia gon' make me millions
Fuck with cmr gon' make me some more millions
I can see it, i'm a kill 'em
And build me and building
And put some money to the side for my mom and my children
Ridin' with my nigga rambezee, to the easy
Drinkin' for my nigga babyzee and b.g.eezy
Ducked off
Tinted windows on my candy apple cut dawg
It's a classy 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 that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it
You see a nigga holdin gauge and you wish he would have
Rolled by yo' mama house and put her in a coma
Cuz niggas gone on that hennessey and marijuana
And now we back up in the hood on a burner phone-a
In that game slangin' came to you blood donors
It's on, coward

[lil wayne]
They call me quick draw 2 pistols lil wayne
Champagne took my brain i don't think i just aim
Drop tops on a z-3
Start shootin' like 3 burners
How come them try me
Never know me block burner
Better watch for lil shorty in black
Nigga get back
Bout to make my glock 40 click clack
Brrr kill it
It's yo life
Spill it
Playin' with the realest
Pop fire like a skillet
Now nigga what the dilly
Highly influenced on cristal
I'm warnin' you to clear the set because it gets wild
I be disguised as a mailman with a pistol
Then deliver him 50 shots and take his child

[dj paul]
Punk bitch i dare ya
I double dare ya step against this pot belly
Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready
Weak ass them cowards try to make moves but i knock 'em out
2nd ones step yall need more help 2 barrels in his mouth
Face it when this shits fucked up you gotta deal with it
This is my game, live with it or get killed with it
These are my dice
This is my board i let you roll off
And how you gon' have ice when i cut your fuckin' water off

Chorus

[project pat]
It's the project nigga roll back i own them bricks
Kickin' game with the hot boy$ and 3-6
B.g., juvenile, baby, lil wayne
North memphis, uptown, and we havin' thangs
Ain't no thang when ya come real ya gotta shine
I'm strapped with a glock 9, he ain't takin' mine
We in our prime puttin' in work players never rush it
Full of gin, fucking hoes, like i'm mad russian
A discussion amongst men means a power move
Is about to be made for a come-up fool
Slang that iron when you get in my business
Hypnotize, cash money, on the rise bitch

Chorus 2x

(project pat)
As i sit in my cell, might as well be in hell
Left a dead, two on one, fourth floor where i dwell
Couldn't tell, thought you was a man, but you was a bitch
A nigga that i'd die for really was a snitch
Let me switch back to the scene, scene of the crime
Where i left all my hopes and dreams; caught me with a .9
Duffel bag full of plenty cash, empty out safe
Hit the mask, but a nosey fag fucked up my escape
I could take any charge 'cause his death for this under
"do you plead guilty on this case?" no, your honor
Wonder, how not guilty turned to guilty
Could it be that my homeboy turned stale on me?
I can see you and the victim sittin' like a hoe
On the prosecutor's side, shove a .9 down her throat
Of a coward punk bitch, your body in a ditch
Could've sold my own soldier to see the nine clique
Click, then your carcass fall like the gavel fell
Nine years what they gave me, then took me to jail
Did i tell? nigga, hell nah, project ain't a hoe
We can blast with them thangs or we go toe to toe
Bullets blow niggas' brains out into outer space
Killas bust on you lames then leave without a trace
Just incase you was wondering did i let him live
He's at home with his wife but he better watch his kids

Snitches, bitches, snitches, bitches... (x16)

Bitch, you can't call the police
Tell 'em watch your back. (x4)

yea,yeah,yeah
This lil project gurl right here im one of them project gurl right you know me
I'm repin for my big brotha flea he know i ain't going to put him down i'm do
Whats right let him be proud all my lil soilders up there looking down seeing
Whats it's like you know they taking all my project boys from us,they know we
Still miss them.we trying to do right let them know whats going on bout every
Time you look they always coming for a project boy thats what they seem like
They all the project boys to go bout that can't happin bout all i want the
Ones up there with you lord is to pray and hope them lil soilders be alright

[project pat]
Yeah, hypnotize minds up in here

[d.j. paul]
Ya'll know the business

[project pat]
Representin to tha fullest
If ya down for what you do, you gotta represent it
If ya in it represent it

[d.j. paul]
Ya'll boys, ya'll boys aint ready for us
Project pat, noreaga, d.j. paul, juicy "j"
Hypnotize minds in here, like this

[all]
North memphis bitch, north memphis bitch
South memphis bitch, south memphis bitch
Westwood bitch, westwood bitch
Orangemount bitch, orangemount bitch

[project pat]2x
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, and ya down
If ya wit it, represent it

[project pat]
North memphis, south memphis, westwood, orangemount
Black haven, east memphis, west memphis puttin it down
Down to unknown wit a 9 millimeter clip
Some think they bullet proof, some end up benedicts
Which one of you fools wanna make them thangs clap
Tear da club up, where my thugs, where dem dollars at
Where dem playas, scream like a fiend for dat ghetty green
Gotta get da cream, get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While the gettin's good, gettin mine, represent the hood
Try to hold me back that one time, but i'm to the good
Wanna see me locked in a cell, throw away the key
Haters want me dead, but you tricks gotta bury me
Drinkin hennessey, full of herb, mentally i'm gone
Ready man to ride for my side if they right or wrong

[all]
A.t.l. bitch, a.t.l. bitch
New orleans bitch, new orleans bitch
Houston bitch, houston bitch
Miami bitch, miami bitch

[project pat]2x
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it and ya down
If ya wit it, represent it

[noreaga]
Ay yo, i trample those that mess wit hoes
And just wild out and just dirty ya clothes
N.o.r.e., my name don't got two o's
So therefore, we be the ones wit the hoes
Ya bracelet down to ya english toes
What, what!!, we tear da club up at all the shows
Three-6 and thugged out, nigga watch for dem bow's
Where dem dollars at kid, yo i read and i closed
Me and project pat fuck wit our hands in our clothes
Yo it's all good
Niggas growin up in the hood
And we do the same things cause we smoke on wood
Yo, you my wodie ha huh, i'm your wodie ha huh
Yo fuck wit us we leave a nigga fuckin holy ha
And i'm battin crews down to baton rouge
And i got a hummer sittin on 32s
Got a hummer sittin on 32s

[all]
Black haven bitch, black haven bitch
Mitchell heights bitch, mitchell heights bitch
East memphis bitch, east memphis bitch
Evergreen bitch, evergreen bitch

[project pat]2x
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, represent it
If ya in it, and ya down
If ya wit it, represent it

[d.j. paul]
What, what, what the fuck
Got niggas blastin wit a tec, got a lex truck
Better duck, we holla b.a.z., haters get stuck
In the back, in the face
Wrong time, wrong place
Niggas itchin for killins, and killins gonna take place
Gettin a mask, don't ask
Is it a task, and it'll blast mo'
Fuckin wit paul, you wasn't bout to make a ?move? ho
Who got front? who got back?
Who got bombs? who got gats?
Who gon' rat? who gon' skat?
Talkin bout where them rats at

[juicy "j"]
All you g's throw a [blanked] if you know the sign
And if you peoples from your hood nigga throw yo [blanked]
All you ballers ride twenty's, that's the way to shine
To all them hustlers drinkin 4-5 on the grind
We gon' keep shakin dice 'til it aint no time
And get high off them optimo and white line
All yo boys come from ???, watch me fall out blind
And if you gone and you know it, fool press rewind

[all]
Queen's bridge bitch, queen's bridge bitch
Chi-town bitch, chi-town bitch
St. louis bitch, st. louis bitch
Little rock bitch, little rock bitch
Fort worth bitch, fort worth bitch
Nashville bitch, nashville bitch
Birmingham bitch, birmingaham bitch
Jack-town bitch, jack-town bitch
Loui$ville bitch, loui$ville bitch

Project pat talks

Chorus(2x)-project pat
Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Playa gon' shine trick
You ain't on my level trick
Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Catch up wit' cha kind mane
I don't deal wit' fakeness

Project pat-1st verse
Still a mack
Still a thug
Still a mane showing love
To my dawgs,to my folks
Violators be slugs in ya back
Ratta-tat
It's your dawg project pat
In da hood having fun
Sippin' on parmason
Give me some,show me love
Like the man up above
Spread my wings like a dove
Mean mug niggas looking
And a henn from a smile
Bucket side blood cooking
Got a problem wit' my style
Wit' the click,,wit' the clan
Lanes i don't understand
If you feel that you real
Fuck it's on lightning
On the real hoes but they mouth
And get pimp smacked
Automatic gat,get yo' motherfuckin' head crack
Heat tight,trick tight
Killas pullin' pistol plates
When you pull ya tone
My nig' that's where you gon' lay
I'm a say this to you haters wit' the problem
Step up to the patsta
Boy i'm a solve'em

Chorus-2x

Project pat-2nd verse
All in my face
And he knowing he don't like me
Proably wanna shoot me
Maybe even fight me
Suck me,paid me
Mane that's what yo' bitch do
Loving me the most cause i let her do the click to
Profit posse all these hoes never frontin'
Mane they off that ezay
Gobblin' up somethin'
Dick in ya mouth
Slow it down wit' that rough stuff
Five vicious catos curling like a chesse puff
Chesse first cap blast
Ac rolls in the tenet
[baby what's been goin' on]
Nothing hoe but the dick
Got me bent out of shape
To you hoes that are fake
Get the fuck out my face
Before i shoot you in ya face
Murder rate,shell increase
Mother-fuck the police
Ridin' up on yo' ass,in ya ass
Be decrease,never peace
Where i live know for the cross-cut
First haters step
First haters get tossed out

Chorus-1x

Talking til next song

Chorus:

Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
Slangin rocks, non stop, non stop, on your block
(repeat 2x)

Project pat:

Day and night, night and day
Nigga gotta get some pay
Standing out, with my rocks, and my glock
Chiefin hay
Anyway that i can
My nigga you understand?
Gotta bring twenty strong
Before i can serve your jaws
Double up, man what's up?
Got the pot, rock it up
Mixed it in some b-12's
Now my shit done blown up!
Shake the ball, round the chop
Til the ball get real hard
Cut me down some twenties
Then i'm standin out in the yard
Junkies coming back and forth
One tried to run off with dope
Caught him round the corner
And i shot the maggot in the throat
Don't be playin with my cheese
All i get is 2-0-z's
One day i'm gone be the fucking man
Out here slangin keys
Until then, i'm the nigga runnin from the undercover
Narcotic boys jumpin fences tryna catch a brother
Happy things is all i hear
But i'm stayin bout my hog
One day i'll be pushin lex
But today it's cutlass dog!

(repeat chorus 2x)

Gangsta boo:

Slangin rocks all good with me
Downest bitch that would be me
I be on your side like hip-bone
And nigga you will see
That your misses-lady, your baby
Will cover up what you didn't
You saw that dope that i stuffed in my pussy
I ain't bullshittin!
So send me out on a mission
We can take they position
We got that china, canary-yellow
We on all you bitches
So come on down
You're the next contestant on my dope list
I'm tryna put some shoes on rover that i rode in this bitch
And we bout our paper, we shuttin your block down
We takin full charge
Can't nothin be done, til project pat said, "yo, fuck all of y'all"
I'm from the south
So what you mean, you ain't heard about?
All them birds that's flyin south
That's flyin straight into your mama's house
Don't be sayin you got the clout
Cause we all know who really runnin thangs
All you bustas must behave
Cause since we came, it ain't gone be the same
I hope you are feeling that
I'm lovin it
If you liking it
If you wanna get caught up in the realest shit
I'm the one who your ass need to deal wit-woohhh!

Repeat chorus to end

Dj paul:
Yeah you muthafuckin' hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead hypnotize camp and profit posse in this
Muthafucka
Get one of these gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
Muthafuckin' shit
Bitch, it's whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya, mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya)

Juicy j:
Glock 9's, tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they convicts
Know they hear them guns click
Doped up like a muthafucka (cough, cough, snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
With a pearl rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang cuz i be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'

Lord infamous:
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here i can make
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that i can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that i wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz don't want lord infamous from south parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you bitches y'all
Best get steel
Scarecrow, club house, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, y'all never be shit with out us bitch
Don't forget

Cruchy black:
Killin' ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit
Niggaz ain't shit
Bodies in a ditch
How many niggaz done talked that shit
About the project fuckin' pat, thug posse ya bitch
Niggaz gon' talk, bitches gon' start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All i want is cash
Muthafuckaz have
Get down on your knees
Gimme all your cash

Scanman:
Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your back
Cause still we chillin' with pat
Straped with them gats
Be ready to attack
All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's gonna
Get rough
Situation's gone bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, i was gon' let you talk that shit and peep these streets
Sayin' "that scanman boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my
Head

Dj paul:
Killin', buckin', buckin up in gunfire
Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is warfare
Suckaz claimin' they got nuts
You don't know these elephants
Specialize in takin' notes
Specialize in nappy hoes
Niggaz this is serious, i can't play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but i think they know the score
Bitches know the hypnotize medallion show what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in this game

Mc mack:
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's mc mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', cracker jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, come a gat back now trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
If he's speakin' use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crump,
You ain't no busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

T-rock:
Socialists up actin' miss servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries civil
Homies swithin', actin' fickle
But if you fuck with family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, lord don't flash on him, only man
Ain't chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the t-rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow d, and get punished for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a tech and see him drop

Gangsta boo:
Yeah i know, i know
Down, down, baby goin' down, down
Sweet dreams baby, rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the tech and
Be pointed at ya we comin', and i bitch, i bet ya, i bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up more than me

Dj paul:
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, whatever ho
It's whatever, whatever ho
Whatever

Project pat:
Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now i'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now i race, from the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know i got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, julius caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause i don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy i keep a big gun, you don't want none