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.
Out There
Project Pat Lyrics
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Here you go
Man that nigga been standing on the same goddamn spot
Slagin' that shit about the last 4-5 days man
Wit the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet
I don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling
That shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something
Naw, 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 to man
I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to
That's why the police been drivin' around so hard
Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah
Yeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH
That nigga ass and turn him on in
We need to man to make that little change man
Get some mo beers or something
Yeah, we gone do that
Need to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make
This neighborhood probably a little bit safer man
A little bit more
Atleast for us or somthing dang
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's if I get caught man
Push me to the edge so it really ain't my fault man
See I gotta die man, don't you even try man
Enemies gone bleed once, I let these bullets fly man
Momma gonna cry man, I like to get high man
Niggas passing plates snortin' line after line man
I got's to get mine man, robbing was the crime man
That a nigga did but I done serve my time man
Put that all behind man, get out on the grind man
Slang some of this dope in the steets or my ride man
See I ain't a fool man, fuck listen to you man
Why you in my grill? And you knowin' we ain't cool man
Project ain't a duck man, see I know waz up man
Get up off my dick like a motherfucking slut man
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Where I'm from man, ain't no sunshine
Only shine on a doggs ass if his ass don't get on the grind
Doin' time help a nigga out to clear up my head
Use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed
It was said I would end up dead working in the streets
But the streets is the only thang I see payin' me quarter key fuck
Servin' deals rockin' to the shake slangin' guns slangin' TV's
Man, I'm tryin' to make all I can my nigga puncho at a hoes house
Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth
Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio
Pull the car up into the yard, cleaning out the hoe
You should know that a burglary really ain't for me
I just got out the tentary tryin' to get my feet
Get the cheese off the merchandise, went a bought a deal
Nigga , please you say you don't steal I'ma keep it real
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Hataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita
And game splita I'm also a wig splita your ass getta
Shoot up by the 9 mila, your cap I drilla
When fucking with real nigga the chrome trigga
Shall regulate a punk quicker a bullet hit ya
I'm zoned of that brown liquor you need
To get ya nose outta niggas biz quit spreadin' rumors
Like a motherfucking punk bitch, my trunk is the bed
For a kidnapped victim, hollow point hit them pull out my gun
Your hands, you get them up in the air
Ah, because you came to me in error, don't wanna scare ya
See you have manifest in terror I know these bullets
Will pop your shit off like a meleon, let's bust it up man
Fuck man who you tellin' it's armagedeon the North Memphis crack
We sellin' you, pass me the potent 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, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
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The lyrics to Project Pat's song Out There paint the picture of the everyday life of someone living in a rough neighborhood. The song discusses drug dealing, violence, and the constant fear of law enforcement. The opening dialogue sets the scene for the rest of the song as two men discuss an individual who has been standing in the same spot for several days, leaving them to wonder if he is selling or using drugs. They speculate that he may have shot someone and is now hiding from the police, which would make the neighborhood safer if he were to be turned in for a reward.
The lyrics are a commentary on the reality of living in a low-income neighborhood where violence and drug dealing are commonplace. The singer discusses the pressure to make a living and stay afloat in a community where there are few opportunities for financial stability. They feel they have no choice but to resort to criminal behavior to survive.
Project Pat uses vivid language to describe the lifestyle, including references to drugs and weapons. The repeated lines of "blunt to my lips, gun on my hip, rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips" illustrate the constant presence of potentially dangerous items on the singer's person. The song highlights the fear and danger of living in such an environment, where violence and death could be just around the corner.
Line by Line Meaning
Hey pass me a beer man
Casual conversation between two friends in their neighbourhood. One of them asks for a beer from the other.
Man that nigga been standing on the same goddamn spot
One of them points out that a guy has been standing in the same spot for the past few days and is spreading rumours in the neighbourhood.
Wit the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet
The guy in question has not changed his clothes for a few days, leading to suspicion over whether he went home at all, which is rather unusual.
That shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something
They assume that the guy has been consuming drugs, as he does not appear normal and has not moved for days.
Naw, I heard he shot somebody man
Rumours are flying around that the guy may have shot somebody recently, which is why he is not going home and is standing in one place.
For real?
One of them expresses surprise and doubt on hearing about the rumoured shooting incident involving the guy.
Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah
The police are actively looking for the guy because he is considered dangerous and involved in illegal activities like drug peddling.
Yeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH
One of them suggests turning the guy in for a cash reward, as this could help them make some money, buy more beer, and keep the neighbourhood safe.
Neighborhood probably a little bit safer man
They believe that turning the guy in to the police could make their neighbourhood a little bit safer by reducing crimes and illegal activities.
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Project Pat describes his daily routine, which involves smoking weed and carrying a gun for his protection due to his involvement in illegal activities.
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
He boasts about earning money from his illegal activities and asks if the listener can understand his success.
Push me to the edge so it really ain't my fault man
Project Pat blames external factors and circumstances for his illegal activities, claiming that desperate situations led him to commit crimes.
See I gotta die man, don't you even try man
He warns his enemies that he is ready to die if they try to harm him in any way.
I like to get high man
Project Pat admits his love for getting high on drugs like weed and implies that this is one of the reasons he engaged in illegal activities.
Robbing was the crime man
He confesses to committing robbery, which was one of his illegal strategies to earn money.
Need to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man
The conversation returns to the guy in question, and the artists plan to turn him in quickly for a cash reward and out of concern for making their neighbourhood safer.
My trunk is the bed for a kidnapped victim
He brags about using his car trunk as a holding place for a victim he has supposedly kidnapped, indicating his involvement in serious criminal activities and his violent nature.
Hollow point hit them pull out my gun
He describes using hollow-point bullets for his gun, which are more lethal and cause greater damage than normal bullets.
Ah, because you came to me in error,
He warns someone that they have made a mistake by coming to him and suggests that there may be severe consequences.
See you have manifest in terror I know these bullets
He warns someone that they are inviting danger and that his bullets will bring fear and terror to their lives.
Will pop your shit off like a meleon
He brags about his bullets being powerful enough to blow off his target's head like a watermelon exploding.
Fuck man who you tellin' it's armagedeon
He suggests that his involvement in illegal activities is part of a larger, impending societal downfall, connecting his actions to a larger context of violence and chaos.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: JORDAN HOUSTON, PATRICK HOUSTON, PAUL BEAUREGARD
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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TRACK LISTING
1. "North Memphis" - 1:38
2. "Represent It" (featuring Tear Da Club Up Thugs & N.O.R.E.) - 3:58
3. "Out There" - 4:19
4. "Niggas Got Me Fucked Up" - 2:32
5. "You Know the Biss" (featuring DJ Paul) - 3:32
6. "Choices" (featuring Lord Infamous) - 2:45
7. "Ballers" (featuring Gangsta Boo) - 4:01
8. "Run A Train" - 4:00
9. "Whatever Ho" (featuring Hypnotize Camp Posse) - 5:31
10. "Up There" (featuring Krayzie Bone & Lil E) - 4:13
11. "We're Gonna Rumble" - 4:13
12. "Choppers" (featuring B.G. & Birdman) - 3:52
13. "Gold Shine" (featuring Crunchy Black, DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo & Juicy J) - 3:55
14. "Ghetty Green" - 4:19
15. "Sucks On Dick" (featuring Juicy J) - 3:03
16. "Shake That Ass" - 2:37
17. "Stabbers" (featuring Crucial Conflict) - 4:21
18. "Slangin' Rocks " (featuring DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo) - 3:17
19. "528-Cash" - 2:18
20. "Ballers (Cash Money Remix)" (featuring Tear Da Club Up Thugs, Hot Boys & Baby) - 5:01
@marvingamez9057
Project Pat doesn’t get enough credit for how influential he is.
@yd2236
It’s insane .
@Toasted_Toast
"Where I come from mane, aint no sunshine gonna shine- on a dogs ass, if his ass dont get on the grind" will forever be my favorite bar in any song. Pat is the GOAT!
@pbenn231
He had to be smokin or snortin or somethin otherwise he wouldn't be up for them four five days.lmao my shit
@MrHazyDayz
with the same clothes on smdh ain't even been home yet
@jaytaylor2858
I heard he shot somebody man
@ItsPapaEddy
For real?
That’s the reason why he prolly can’t go home
@jeremiescott5444
We might as well go and turn his asx in mane
@coltonlast9679
Need to mane, make me a little more change or sum
@travisbickle2970
“I heard he shot somebody” and the beat drops… beautiful story telling… followed by project rapping about these youngins and the life they live… a true artist