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Project Pat f/ Will Wesson - Текст песни Motivated
(Intro, Project Pat)
 Yeah man, this go out to all those who hated on the real
 Ya know I'm sayin, I'ma put it to ya like this right here, man
 The truth shall survive, ya know I'm sayin
 It's like this right here, man
 I mean, you hatin out here man
 But'chu needa get up on ya somethin, ya know I'm sayin
 I mean, ya know, good always overcomes evil, man you know
 And to all real guys out here man, thats handlin ya business
 All my brothers, brown, black, white, all accross America
 All ya gotta do man, is just uhh, put God first, ya know I'm sayin
 And you shall shine, ya know I'm sayin?
 Aye man, word to the wise and to the lame
 (Hook, Project Pat)
 Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
 Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
 [DJ Paul]
 Hater, hate on, hate on
 Hater, hate on, hate on
 Hater, hate on, hate on
 Hater, hate on, hate on
 [Project Pat]
 Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
 Motivated by the haters, motivated by the haters
 [DJ Paul]
 Hater, hate on, hate on
 Hater, hate on, hate on
 Hater, hate on, hate on
 Hater, hate on, hate on
 (Verse 1, Project Pat)
 Here I goes on my hustle playin
 Niggas know that I stay
 Down on this money man, this is do or die
 Hater's mouths be runnin
 But the bills still comin
 Either you gon' lay it down
 Or you get up on ya somethin
 Bein broke is a joke
 Very hazardous to health
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 Playa, dope sell it's self
 Gotta floss in my wealth
 If ya got it, then show it
 Twenty-thousand at the Lennox Mall, I'ma blow it
 Petrone, I'ma pour it
 Purp, I'ma roll it
 Gun to ya head, squeeze triggas, brains blowin
 Hood nigga from the North side, Memphis Tennessee
 Tatted on my left arm, spelled like Hennessey
(Hook)
 (Project Pat)
 Yeah, this go out to all you niggas in the streets
 Who don't know what'cha doin
 (Verse 2, Project Pat)
 Fe-fi-fo-fum, you can feel the slugs
 Of this Mossburg shotgun, chest full of blood
 You can say that'cha life could end in a flash
 Like the wind blows dead brown leaves to the grass
 I ain't goin back to jail, when it's on then I shoot
 Momma, get'cha black vest on and a body-suit
 Meet him at the altar, don't forget'cha flower basket
 Full of Holy water, dead in a casket
 I'm a basket, of a case
 Either them, either me
 Dyin all that older
 If you go, so it be
 See these niggas, they be hatin when ya flossin
 Got the bread, I'm just blessed out hurr
 And I gotta stay
(Hook)
 I'm motivated by the haters
 I'm motivated by the haters
 I'm motivated by the haters
 I'm motivated by the haters
 I'm motivated by the haters
 I'm motivated by the haters
















