goodbye [Chorus x2] This ain't no game nigga I don't fuck around This ain't no game nigga, this ain't no game [???] Quick to freak like a maniac As
BM, uh huh This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects workin for
, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game & Waka Flocka Flame] [Talking: DJ Khaled & T-Pain] I'm foreal about this shit, this the remix (welcome to
: [NAS] (Intro) Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin projects Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here Niggaz just don't understand
Pop was there, through the years our names would switch Ain't nuttin changed but the names Nastradamus and Blizz What project is this? QB, Vernon and
Pat made all your beats Lil Pat made this beat, Lil Pat I'm finna rock this shit This how it's supposed to be [Verse] Ain't nan nigga outbussing me Every
Ghetto Fab, hungry Beastie Boy with "Brass Monkey" Humphey Bogartin' the whole country Chunky women love Doc "Projects" pump me like Pat My pen game is
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
get bout' a hustle mission Get up on loot run to beautician Run game until the game is gravy That don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby (Bwok bwok) on
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
seem like I ain't strapped but it's in the holster 2-0-1 a revolvin' door or a roller coaster Gettin' most of the game from these motherfuckin' jail walls Hoes can't
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
ain't gone win a Grammy I sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me Why y'all haters still mad (I said I don't know why baby) 'Cause
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
my cars blaze chrome Bitch, can't leave my dick alone, alone, alone You ain't from no Memphis, bitch 'Cause I was playin' Project Pat hittin' the switch
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
