Patrick Rasheed Houston (stage name Project Pat born in c. 1972) is a rapper from Memphis, Tennessee. The older brother of rapper/producer Juicy J of Memphis rap collective Three 6 Mafia, he is a member of the Hypnotize Camp Posse. His stage name is likely a reference to Memphis' Cypress Gardens Projects. Houston served a four year prison sentence for possession of a firearm while on parole.
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Ghetty Green Lyrics

Project Pat

Man, project pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better watch your back man
cause your friends out to get you for your shit
This is to all these niggas crossin us here
Smile in your motherfuckin face
Turn around and stab you in your motherfuckin back
In a motherfuckin heartbeat
If I ever catch one of you niggas man
Thats a motherfuckin murder off the top, boy!
Fo sho, nigga
(chorus) 4x
Ghetty green, ghetty green
I gotta get the green
Ghetty green, ghetty green
And thats by any means
Im the man wit the plan
Wit the gaze, wit the mask
Steppin up to ya fast
Layin you in the grass
All your blood, aint no love, on the street
Wit no police, everybody is a rat, everybodys bout the greens
You know me, I know you
We grew up in the pen, but it wasnt face to face
You was out, I was in
Doin time off a crime I committed in the past
Ima o.g. on the town
As a o.g. ima last
In the past I was known as that nigga who would snap
I was quick to bill a cap, but it had to be a jack-
Type move, real cool, yeah thats how he thought we was
Use ta kick it everyday, smokin out on that bud
Thats my dog, thats my nig, thats a bad young brotha
I just got out the pen, ima broke-lookin sucka
Man, fuck that young busta
Eighty grand at his house
Seen his momma at the store
Stuck a nine in her mouth
(chorus) 4x
Mastermind, thats the kind of a man thats in my nature
Ima nigga you dont trust, ima killer, maybe raper
I can take a persons life with a knife or a tone
Used his moms as my victim then I called him on the phone
Whats up john, where the green, and I aint gon ask you twice
Bring it over by yourself, or Ill take your mommas life
In the life of a dealer, they can never call police
Undercover knowin this
Secrecy, thats the key
One two three knocks at the door
Somethins lookin funny
Then my dog let im in with his friend and the money
Youse a dummy if you think ima let you live sucka
(aw man, thought we was straight!)
Youse a dead motherfucker!
Shot the joker in his mouth
Bullet went through his jaw
Had to take his momma out cause Im down for the cause
Fuck the laws if they come
Then Im goin wit a blast
Looked his partna in his eyes, then I murdered his ass!
(chorus) 4x
Im the man doin deals wit the man gettin robbed
Its gon be a violent crime
One that will not get solved
When I rob me a fool
Its a duh that his bitch front like Im sellin kis
Then Im game for the switch
Switcharoo on your ass
Duffle bag full of cash
Then my thugs pullin up cockin pumps in the masks
Hit the dash in the black tinted chevy, trick it in
Now we on the spressway
Brought it down, tell my friend
Once again I done pulled off another master plan
Four days downtown
Found a chevy wit a mans dead body
Somebody shoulda known betta, dog
O.g.s on the loose
And we gettin bout our hog
Yall niggas slangin dope
Should expect a jackin car jack set up, bitch
Or a damn kidnappin
But a nigga like me
Im your neighborhood fiend
Thinkin of comin clean
All about that ghetty green, ghetty green