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Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch, my blood inhated by heart
When I buck you gonna start recognize life is a game
And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't 'bout to change
I'm snatch your chain, reimbursing you with some painIt's all over mane in which direction he make inzane
I ain't 'bout that fame I'm 'bout the cheese, that this 'bout to bring
So fuck your hoe name with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought, I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like bouldersI'm hard to top shoot at plenty I bet it gonna knock,
Whatever I drop but even your bitch can touch whatever I got
You wildin' or not is so bring your beef to the spot
Hope that you got your glock I'm strapped with no hesitance to pop
So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not its everlasting, ain't 'bout to stopWe 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'inWe 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in

We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'inRotten core to the bone with no way home and destination, bitch
I see you flying blind and you implying that I been trading, bitch
And I helped you out and I put your name across the nation, bitch
And I got the champ It's all the jealously up in you, bitch
Now how do you think you going to get a piece of my wealthI created and sculpted, molded and made myself
I'm furiously gifted, lyrically raised in hell
If you want it, come get it you better brace yourself
My provocative rocket wetting hoes on sight
Interactive disaster crucial a pond your flightBetter watch I will ride especially at night
I got a bullet in chamber coming at you that read Wyte
So before you come tricking you better think about life
You only got one you see and you better live it right
Ride or die is my terms and I aint getting fucked twice
Think you gone come out of here, come on, bitch, roll your diceWe 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'inWe 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'inI'm 'bout to crash, the clubs break da law, throw some chairs
Crack your jaw if it's killing season ain't no reason ain't no need to stop
I'm the one put here to absorb all this energy and pain
None stop pop from the top of the clip in glock, I still don't feel you mane
'Cause of that gram of coke and now I'm puffin a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and with my killas you will be found on the floorI must confess, I ain't about shit but if you think to cross me bitch
You'll end up stankey, walk the plankey and empty out your pockets
Bitch, break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
With these issues that I'm facing daily, I should tote a tec
Get respect that's no option, all the hater filled with toxicin'Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols gets to floss' in
Causing problem dodge' in bullets soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage making havoc reaction fuckin' with me
Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame
Lead to your bizack of your head before it hit your brainWe 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'inWe 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in
We 'bout to crash da clubs, throw some chairs break some'in

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Patrick Stephen Houston (better known as Project Pat) is an American rapper originating from Memphis, Tennessee. He is the elder brother of Juicy J, co-founder of the Three 6 Mafia.[1]

Although not an official member, he has collaborated with Three 6 Mafia and all of his albums have been produced by members of the group. His first recording appearances were on Three 6 Mafia releases from 1994. After serving time in prison on various charges in the mid-1990s, he released his first solo album, Ghetty Green in 1999.

Project Pat broke onto the mainstream scene after providing the hook for Three 6 Mafia's hit "Sippin' on Some Syrup" in 2000 and released his breakthrough album Mista Don't Play: Everythangs Workin' the next year. In 2001, he was arrested for parole violation after a pair of revolvers were discovered in his vehicle during a traffic stop. That March, he was sentenced to four years in prison on two counts of a felon in possession of a firearm. His third album Layin' Da Smack Down was released during Pat's incarceration.[1]

After his release from federal prison in 2005, he released Crook by da Book: The Fed Story, followed the next year by Walkin' Bank Roll. He has made frequent public appearances with Three Six Mafia in recent years including at the Academy Award and on their short-lived reality show Adventures in Hollyhood.

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