Project Pat - MAke A Sell lyrics

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I remember nights when there were no lights

And there was no heat, there were some cold nights

Some hot days no AC no Clientele

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

I remember nights when there were no lights

And there was no heat, there were some cold nights

Some hot days no AC, no clientele

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Slip in the back of my mind

Thinking bout the penitentiary bout the times

Project poppa T no bad I’m on the rough

The lights cut off, the mice and the bugs

Living like a fiend breaking up in the crack house

Drinking more liquor in the hood till we blacked out

My stash came out missing, felt like I crapped out

She might be my Auntie but she still gone get slapped out

All these bad times when the family members are cracked out

But if they had bread then Imma pull them packs out

I’m on that green leaf full of that kickstand

But bitch believe me I’m trying to be a better man

I remember nights when there were no lights

And there was no heat, there were some cold nights

Some hot days, no AC, no clientel

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Green route projects summon me and gangsta fred

Sacking dope counting bread till our fingers bleed

Gangsta kept the pounds of good till he sold me wrong

One night narcotics jumped out on us, almost burnt the lawn

On the low, was the robbers, come to take our pockets

Call us NASA cuz we shoot them nina's just like rockets

Im passed first class street, I’m in the cockpit

Silver bently next week, might have to cop it

These hoes try to flag me down

We can stop it

Ask for they numbers

Back in the days wouldn’t drop it

Now they see these icy bottles match these icy chains

From VIP I stand on stage and I do my thing

I remember nights when there were no lies

And there was no heat, there were some cold nights

Some hot days no I ain’t seen no prime tale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Ridin’ round in the hood trying to make a sale

Thanks to rob for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Aimee for correcting these lyrics