Out There Songtext
von Project Pat

Hey, pass me a beer, man
Here you go
Man, that nigga been standing there
On the same goddamn spot slangin′ that shit
For about the last 4-5 days, man

With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet
I don′t even think so
I wonder if he's smoking or selling that shit
He had to be smoking or snortin' something
To be up for them 4-5 days

I heard he shot somebody, man
For real?
That′s the reason why he probably can′t go home
Yeah, you know like what you call been missing too, man
I think that's the nigga he supposed
To be frontin′ his money to


That's why, that′s why the police
Been drivin' around so hard (blunt to my lips)
Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah (gun on my hip)
Yeah, we might need to gone call (rocks in my sock)
528-CASH on that nigga ass (pocket full of chips)
(Watchin′ for the pigs)
(Splittin' hater's wigs) and turn him on in

We need to, man
(Stackin′ me some grip) to make that little change, man
Get some mo′ beers or somethin' (player, can you dig?)
(Blunt to my lips) Yeah, we gone do that
(Gun on my hip) Need to hurry up and gone
Turn that nigga ass in, man (rocks in my sock)

Make this neighborhood
Probably a little bit safer, man (pocket full of chips)
A little bit more (watchin′ for the pigs)
At least for us (splittin' hater′s wigs)
Or something, dang (stackin' me some grip)
Player, can you dig?

Project Pat, a nigga that′s down for his crown, mane
If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town, mane
Fourth floor bound mane, that′s if I get caught, mane
Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain′t my fault, mane


See, I gotta die mane, don't you even try, mane
Enemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly, mane
Momma gonna cry, mane, I like to get high, mane
Niggas passin′ plates, snorting line after line, mane

I got's to get mine, mane, robbin′ was the crime, mane
That a nigga did, but I done served my time, mane
Put that all behind, mane, get out on the grind, mane
Slang some of this dope, in the street or my ride, mane

See, I ain't a fool, mane, fuck listenin′ to you, mane
Why you in my grill
And you knowin' we ain't cool, mane
Project ain′t a duck, mane, see, I know what′s up, mane
Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut, mane

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin′ for the pigs, splittin' hater′s wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin′ for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs
Stackin′ me some grip, player, can you dig?

Where I′m from, mane, ain't no sunshine gonna shine
On a dog′s ass if his ass don't get on a grind
Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head
Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed

It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street
But the street is the only thing I see paying me
Quarter-ki, fuck servin′ deals, rockin' to the shake
Slanging guns, slanging TV′s, mane I'm tryna' make

All I can, my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho′s house
Get her drunk, take her to the back
Put dick in her mouth
Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio
Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho

You should know that a burglary, really ain′t for me
I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna′ get on my feet
Get the cheese, off the merchandise
Went and bought a deal
Nigga, please, you say you don't steal, I′mma keep it real

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splittin′ hater's wigs
Stackin' me some grip, player, can you dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin′ for the pigs, splittin′ hater's wigs
Stackin′ me some grip, player, can you dig?

Haters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta
A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter
Yo′ ass getta, shot up by the nine milla
Your cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga

The chrome trigga′ should regulate a punk quicker
The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor
You need to get ya′ nose out a nigga′s biz
Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk, bitch

My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim
Hollowpoint hit him
Pull out my gun your hands you get them
Up in the airra because you came to me in error

Don′t want to scare ya'
Say you a man, then face the terror
I know these bullets will pop ya′ shit off like a melon

Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man, who you tellin′
It's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'
You pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin′

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin′ for the pigs, splittin' hater′s wigs