Although not an official member, he had 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 1991. 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.
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.
Get Down
Project Pat Lyrics
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Tryna make a killin' off of *** and ***
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
I was wild with that *** in the streets
Tryna make a killin' off of *** and ***
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
They knew them K's was blazin', they knew they couldn't phase him
Roll through not to get chasin', look for prey to slay 'em
That's what we out here doin', Hardy Boy heads we bruisin'
Resist and you'll be losin', murder was the conclusion
Flossin' and flaugin' with flags, hit you with autos and mags
Run up on this here you'll crash and we ain't wearin' no mask
Strange to us an alien, warrin' like it's Rayleon
You, got reputation, dog you needs to pay me some
Cars it ain't no savin' 'em, broads we out here playin' 'em
Until that we go to jail, then we wanna stay with 'em
Kept the *** fired up, *** kept us wired up
If you is a shaky guy, you don't wanna ride with us
I was wild with that *** in the streets
Tryna make a killin' off of *** and ***
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
I was wild with that *** in the streets
Tryna make a killin' off of *** and ***
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
I had cheese, *** and a whole bunch of broads
Hydro ***, smoke and pistola in my draws
**** do choke, scared of me like the laws
'Cause that gage I tote, blow they back through the walls
Well they never ever caught me, catch a bartee
You could ***, rather shortly, murder partee
Drankin', on a fo'ty, wanna cross me
Shot the boy in his face, now his brother want me
And my boys took it out of town, oh it's a collision
Nothin' to a gangsta, that ain't no decision
Seen 'em dippin' with them wankstas leavin' the club
Guerrilla *** in my system, a dangerous drug
My *** see he was drivin', they pulled on the E-way
Ballin' up behind them, I let lose the ***
Through the wind shield, rip steel, cut they heads off
On expressway seen a exit then we sped off
I was wild with that *** in the streets
Tryna make a killin' off of *** and ***
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
I was wild with that *** in the streets
Tryna make a killin' off of *** and ***
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
This song, "Get Down" by Project Pat, is heavily focused on the street life and criminal activities associated with it. The lyrics describe the harsh realities of living in the streets and the lengths people will go to make a living in this environment. The emphasis is on survival at all costs, with the use of guns and violence as a means to protect oneself and gain respect in the criminal underworld. The lyrics also describe the fast-paced lifestyle of hustling and dealing drugs and the thrill of danger associated with it.
Throughout the song, there is a recurring theme of violence and the use of firearms. The lines "They knew them K's was blazin', they knew they couldn't phase him" and "Hit you with autos and mags" demonstrate the nonchalant attitude Project Pat has towards using firearms. There is also a clear disregard for the law, with lines like "Scared of me like the laws." The use of slang and metaphors adds to the gritty feel of the lyrics, with terms like "Hydro ***, smoke and pistola in my draws" and "guerrilla *** in my system, a dangerous drug."
Overall, "Get Down" paints a picture of the realities of life in the streets, and how it can consume people and turn them towards a life of crime. The lyrics present a harsh and uncensored version of events, without any attempt at glorifying or romanticizing the lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
I was wild with that *** in the streets
I used to be reckless selling drugs (redacted) in the streets
Tryna make a killin' off of *** and ***
I was trying to make a lot of money selling drugs (redacted) and (redacted)
You know how we get down, you know how we get down
You know our lifestyle and how we operate, it's nothing new or surprising
They knew them K's was blazin', they knew they couldn't phase him
People were aware that we had guns (K's) and knew they couldn't intimidate us
Roll through not to get chasin', look for prey to slay 'em
We drove around looking for people to rob or harm
That's what we out here doin', Hardy Boy heads we bruisin'
This is our lifestyle, we're violent and aggressive towards anyone who crosses us
Resist and you'll be losin', murder was the conclusion
If someone resisted us, we would harm them, and in some cases, murder was the outcome
Flossin' and flaugin' with flags, hit you with autos and mags
Showing off and being arrogant while carrying guns (autos and mags) and representing our gang with flags
Run up on this here you'll crash and we ain't wearin' no mask
If someone tried to confront us, they would fail and regret it, and we wouldn't bother hiding our faces
Strange to us an alien, warrin' like it's Rayleon
People who opposed us were foreign to us and seemed alien; we were always ready to fight, just like Rayleon (a warrior in a video game)
You, got reputation, dog you needs to pay me some
If you have a reputation, we expect some money from you
Cars it ain't no savin' 'em, broads we out here playin' 'em
We didn't care about damaging cars while driving recklessly, and we treated women poorly for our entertainment
Until that we go to jail, then we wanna stay with 'em
We didn't value women until we were in jail, and then they suddenly became important to us
Kept the *** fired up, *** kept us wired up
We always kept our guns ready to use, and drugs kept us alert and energetic
If you is a shaky guy, you don't wanna ride with us
If you're not confident and relaxed, you wouldn't want to hang out with us
I had cheese, *** and a whole bunch of broads
I had a lot of money, drugs (redacted), and many women
Hydro ***, smoke and pistola in my draws
I carried drugs (redacted) and a gun (pistola) in my pants
**** do choke, scared of me like the laws
People were intimidated and fearful of me, just like they are of the police
'Cause that gage I tote, blow they back through the walls
I carried a shotgun (gage), and I could easily harm someone enough to blow them through a wall
Well they never ever caught me, catch a bartee
I never got caught by the police, and if I did, I would bail myself out
You could ***, rather shortly, murder partee
It wouldn't be difficult to murder you if I wanted to
Drankin', on a fo'ty, wanna cross me
I was drinking and would become violent if someone crossed me
Shot the boy in his face, now his brother want me
I shot someone in the face, and now their brother is seeking revenge
And my boys took it out of town, oh it's a collision
My friends and I committed a crime out of town and faced the consequences
Nothing to a gangsta, that ain't no decision
For someone like me who is accustomed to gang violence, committing crimes is an easy decision
Seen 'em dippin' with them wankstas leavin' the club
I saw someone leaving the club with people who weren't real gangsters (wankstas)
Guerrilla *** in my system, a dangerous drug
I was high on a dangerous drug (redacted) and was feeling very aggressive
My *** see he was drivin', they pulled on the E-way
My friend was driving, and we were stopped by the police on the expressway
Ballin' up behind them, I let lose the ***
I hid behind something and started shooting at the police with my gun
Through the wind shield, rip steel, cut they heads off
I shot at the police through their windshield, and my bullets damaged their cars (rip steel) and almost hit their heads
On expressway seen a exit then we sped off
We saw an exit on the expressway and drove off quickly
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Written by: JORDAN HOUSTON, PATRICK HOUSTON, PAUL BEAUREGARD
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