Never Be a G (feat. Juicy J & Doe B) - Project Pat

Why do you wanna fight? What you talking about, I just told you why No you didn't Donnie Why do you wanna fight? I get why they wanna fight you, I know what they're fighting for, what about you? Listen to me, you got everything to lose, he's got nothing to lose When a fighter ain't got nothing to lose, he's dangerous! Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Give a fuck what my nigga did Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble Give a fuck what my nigga did Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin' off site All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin' off site (Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight) Who got my back? Ain't nobody holding me back I'm out here fighting for my life, no telling what come with it right? My momma needed bills and lights I'm praying for some better days I can't go having sleepless nights (Shit) But nigga that's life, when you tryna do right like Spike But the licks be looking enticing This shits such a roll of the dice, police wanna read me rights I got no time to relax, when the wall up against my back My vice reach on a ten, nigga I'll knock out your lights Mike Will saved my life, this life will hit you like Mike, Tyson We steady then go on strike (Boom) Fuck these niggas mean? Nigga I grew up mean Nigga I came up in scenes that these niggas never seen Everyday I got to Fight, fight, (Ayy), fight (Yeah), fight (Mike Will) Fight (Bitch), fight, fight, fight Fight (Evil Genius), fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight My bitch went through my phone last night when I was sleep Woke up starting a fight, 'bout a quarter passed three Who is Diane, Gucci who is Monique I said "I'm the dope man, everybody know me" (It's Gucci) Chilling in the club, in the V.I.P Nigga hand frigid and all the hoes dig it There's always one young nigga, wanna be brave Like we gon' put his ass on the fucking front page Put your hands on your knees, that's a R.I.P Well it's hum like a hummingbird, sting like a bee Put the drum in the bitch, make her mute, make it kick She so sprung on the dick, she just swung on the bitch Fight, fight, fight (Huh), fight Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight We gon' rumble in this ho All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor We gon' rumble in this ho We gon' rumble in this ho All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor We gon'- Kick a nigga in the head with the hard bottoms Your homies is dying, I don't give no fuck, that's your problem Tryna catch yo' ass when your homies around ya I ain't tryna talk, I'm gon' beat the ho up out ya Hit your ass with that left right, left right, hit him in the chest right Knock his as out out, hope he lived his best life I be in his ear sayin' gang like, gang like I be on a jet niggas still better think twice I be on with the homies on the block, they ain't livin' right I be on with the homies on the block, that're killer type I be with the homies, with the homies, with the homies With the homies, with the homies, with the homies, yeah gorilla type YG stole that, no nigga hold that, fuck your party Spark me up, throw that Niggas know the program, the program, the program Spit in a niggas face, pipe a nigga ho down Take a nigga chain, take a nigga chain Take a nigga chain then sell it back to him Now everybody knew, everybody knew you a ho And so YG do em' Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight (And so YG do em') Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight Fighting like all of my life, know I'm real right and the streets call me Zilla Leanin' up there, that what you like, Heard you been talkin' up under your pillows I get it popping on sight, not just with Mike Get you beat like I'm Mike Will That drum hanging under the TEC, kill, The drummer like Eearz and Dipset Give a fuck about a nigga height, I still put you lil' babies on ice You can be same way that I be, get hit with they car he sounding like Pump it up for a nigga then, tell 'em come let the gorillas in They don't wanna let the gorillas in It's okay I been knocking doors off the hinge Get the gloves if you 'bout it In your zone homocide get you watered, know the Scoob get you watered You can fuck with me? Seriously doubt it, your trick got rerouted Now tell me what the fuck is your problem? You gotta be ready fool, don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight (Don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement) Fight, fight, fight (Hey), fight (Hey) Fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey) Yeah, knuckle up, knuckle up Nigga got hit with the upper cut He got a cut on his eye, damn now he can't see it done closed up (Damn) Fuck it (Fuck it), fight (Fight) Get your stripes (Stripes, bow! Bow! Bow!) Hit him knockin' out your lights (Hit him) Look at my arm, my knuckle, my knuckle Now he lay down in front of me (Hold me up) My momma would told pipe 'em up, pipe 'em up While she was sittin' in the front seat (Momma) It be like, I coulda used combos, but I hit him with a one piece (Combos) It be like, I coulda just told you, I rather you one me (One up) It be like, he hit the canvas, whole crowd a be like (Oh) You went out the saddest, whole crowd a be like (Woo) I can imagine, view from the ground, it be like (Damn) Wanna rematch it? Hit my phone and be like Fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hit 'em) Fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em) Fight (Left), fight (Right), fight (Left), fight (Right) Fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight, fight (Shut da fuck up) Mama didn't have it (Yeah hoe), so they cut off the lights (Yeah hoe) Now I'm dripping in ice (Yeah hoe) And we don't need no lights (Yeah hoe) You want that check first you gotta earn stripes I've been through hell, feel like i did it twice I got it bussing like I got the pipe Came up from nothin', I'm upping the price I'm from the jungle (Jumanji), where gorillas and apes be (Yeah hoe) You don't wanna rumble (Yeah hoe) These niggas can't take me (Yeah hoe) Niggas said that they love me (Yeah hoe) But they show me they hate me (Yeah hoe) It's a cold, cold world, no need for AC (Yeah hoe) Nigga I have my own bag, rich nigga I own that Nigga I'm from the projects, got a house where the Combs at I ain't tryna kick it, no air in the ball, that mothafucker on flat I cannot lose like Floyd when this on the line, it's no match Tried to take it and you gotta Fight, fight, fight

Get your money, get your money Say you need some extra cash to pay for college with And it just so happens I got a lot of it Spin around the pole while you're doing splits By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship You a college chick, you a college chick Keep twerking baby, might earn you a scholarship You a college chick, you a college chick Keep twerking baby, might earn you a scholarship 100 dollars, 100 dollars, 100 dollars, trick 100 dollars, 100 dollars, 100 dollars, trick You a college chick, you a college chick By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship Clap that ass, just like the clapper All these bands now these bitches wanna fuck with rappers I got my Ghost outside, I call it Casper Ain't no nigga fly as Juicy J, ask NASA Show me some, I might owe you some Them bands waiting and I know you want 'em I'm tryna pay your student loans Fuck your boyfriend, I want your number Let me get that becky while I'm rolling up Send my watch back to my jeweler, it ain't cold enough Just a bunch of bad college chicks in the W with no clothes on Trippy cup in my hand in the bathtub with my robe on Tell all your girlfriend that I'm breaking bread and down to fuck One night, fuck a wife, trippy niggas never cuff Well fuck her master, she got her bachelor So she only fucking rappers, she tired of cappers And she only shake for backups, so shake it faster It gets better every chapter, spit that Project Patta (She call me master!) Money, money, money while she grindin' on the pole Dollar for a show but don't nobody gotta know (Get it, get it off the floor) She shakin' it like she strippin' She only representin' for her bitches out in Memphis Hol' up, hol' up wait a minute, I just came to my senses I'm trippin' if I'm trickin' if I'm paying your tuition Cause you know a couple principles or pals in your division Pay attention, how I'm livin', bet you hate it like detention Motherfucker...

Yeah, I'm... yeah, I'm... yeah, I'm... yeah, I'm... Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yeah, I'm gettin' cake, yeah, it's no debate Yeah, I fornicate with foreign hoes that I date, like, every day Yeah, yeah, I rock the Raf, yeah, I bought the Wraith Yeah, I'm out of state, yeah, I like to race Yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm, yeah I'm Yeah, I wake up late, yeah, I'm out of shape Yeah, I'm eatin' crêpes Yeah, I'm sippin' wine, yeah, she feed me grapes She make no mistakes, me make no complaints I love how she think she graduated with that brain She go to... Yamborghini High, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Tool on my waist, shades on my face Money in the bank, make no mistake Nast does it great Yeah, hoes wanna fuck, car, pop the front 7: 45 on the fuckin' dot, your bitch down to ride Leavin' wit' me cause I'm a G Made in the streets, rep for the streets So I keep a piece Niggas try to front, act if he want Act like he tough, end up in a box layin' on the side Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches My mama told me save that money Bank accounts, don't spend that bread Cash out on new necklaces 14 karat bracelet Dibble dabble with the lean High tech with the 'Preme Soda as I whipped the yola Lambo red, Coca Cola My bros Cosa Nostra Ridin' on a speedboat She suck a nigga, deep throat Rey Mysterio When I'm jumpin' off the tightrope Banana clip with the scope Wearin' all white Like I'm the mothafuckin' goat I'm on a Yamborghini high, flyin' through the sky, hey yo Yammy's vision got us rich, catchin' a nigga, drive-by, hey yo Sippin' the Henny got me gone, now I'm gettin' in my zone, hey yo R.I.P. to my nigga, the gallon goin' to my dome, hey yo This how it feel to be rich, fuckin' bitches in the mix, yeah Where the chiquitas is at? Yamborghini with the shits, yeah Lil Newport lit, Young Lord with the shits, yeah I ain't with the gay shit, but love my [?], yeah My [?] why I'm always chilly Can't believe a nigga made a couple milli' 'Bout to cop the house way up in the hillies With the bad bitches in the in the Bentley Wood grain with the roof gone Make a nigga fold like a futon Gettin' bread like a crouton Tell me what the fuck you want Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake No, we can't relate Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib This is how it is, this is how we live Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches OG, yeah we keep it low key [?] with the Rollies, [?] OG Damn I got the smoke right Nigga I'm an OG, gotta [?] Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout Kushed out, leaned out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Tarantino, Tarantino This is how I wanna spend my day Counting money Smokin' weed I'ma pop me a couple xans Pop me a couple percs Roll up a couple blunts Pour up a couple syrup Throw on a couple chains Throw on a couple straps Fuck with a couple bitches Check on a couple traps I'ma pop me a couple xans Pop me a couple percs Roll up a couple blunts Pour up a couple syrup Throw on a couple chains Throw on a couple straps Fuck with a couple bitches Check on a couple traps I be fuckin' on them dimes, a couple at the time If a nigga want some beef, I need a couple nines I done poured me up an 8th, at least a couple times Don't make me pull up with the seven, blow a couple minds I throw on at least a couple chains on every time I ain't gotta borrow shit, 'cause they all mine I don't listen to their shit, 'cause they all lyin' Appreciate the competition, nigga, thanks for tryin Fuck around and had to cut a couple niggas off I can't work for nun nigga, gotta be the boss, yeah All these niggas know I got the sauce I pop a couple xanny bars and be like fuck 'em all I'ma pop me a couple xans Pop me a couple percs Roll up a couple blunts Pour up a couple syrup Throw on a couple chains Throw on a couple straps Fuck with a couple bitches Check on a couple traps I'ma pop me a couple xans Pop me a couple percs Roll up a couple blunts Pour up a couple syrup Throw on a couple chains Throw on a couple straps Fuck with a couple bitches Check on a couple traps Back in the day, a couple hoes tried to shit on me (Yeah Hoe!) Now they shit themselves when they see me on B.E.T (Yeah Hoe!) Had to give up the street, 'cause I was in too deep (Yeah Hoe!) Fuck around gon' have to leave a nigga six feet deep (Yeah Hoe!) I know a couple niggas are here still slangin' hard Couple niggas still with me, still play their part Couple bitches out here still wanna break my heart I told them bitches, "I'm still pimpin', so it's gon' be hard." Still know a couple niggas in a institution Still know a couple bitches out here prostitutin' Still know a couple reckless niggas, out here ruthless That'll still break your jaw and leave your ass toothless I'ma pop me a couple xans Pop me a couple percs Roll up a couple blunts Pour up a couple syrup Throw on a couple chains Throw on a couple straps Fuck with a couple bitches Check on a couple traps I'ma pop me a couple xans Pop me a couple percs Roll up a couple blunts Pour up a couple syrup Throw on a couple chains Throw on a couple straps Fuck with a couple bitches Check on a couple traps Uh-huh. Still here, mane. Ain't going nowhere. It still goes on A couple!

City Sidewalks Busy Sidewalks Dressed in Holiday Style In the Air There's a Feeling of Christmas Children Laughing People Passing Meeting Smile After Smile And On Every Street Corner You'll Hear Chorus: Silver Bells, Silver Bells Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas Time in the City Hear Them Ring, Hear Them Ring Ring a Ling, Ring a Ling Soon It Will Be Christmas Day Chorus: Silver Bells, Silver Bells Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas Time in the City Hear Them Ring, Hear Them Ring Ring a Ling, Ring a Ling Soon It Will Be Christmas Day Soon It Will Be Christmas Day