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.
You Know the Biss
Project Pat Lyrics
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Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Playa gon' shine trick
You ain't on my level trick
Mane you know the business
Mane you know the business
Catch up wit' cha kind mane
[Verse One: Project Pat]
Still a mack
Still a thug
Still a mane showing love
To my dawgs, to my folks
Violators be slugs in ya back
Ratta-tat
It's your dawg Project Pat
In the hood having fun
Sippin' on Pauk Mason
Give me some, show me love
Like the man up above
Spread my wings like a dove
Mean mug niggas looking
And a henn from a smile
Bucket side blood cooking
Got a problem wit' my style
Wit' the click, wit' the clan
Lanes I don't understand
If you feel that you real
Fuck it's on lightning steel
On the real hoes but they mouth
And get pimp smacked
Automatic gat, get yo' motherfuckin' head crack
Heat tight, trick tight
Killas pullin' pistol plates
When you pull ya tone
My nig' that's where you gon' lay
I'm a say this to you haters wit' the problem
Step up to the Patsta
Boy I'm a solve'em
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Project Pat]
All in my face
And he knowing he don't like me
Proably want to shoot me
Maybe even fight me
Suck me, paid me
Mane that's what yo' bitch do
Loving me the most cause I let her do the click too
Prophet Posse all these hoes never frontin'
Mane they off that ezay
Gobblin' up somethin'
Dick in ya mouth
Slow it down wit' that rough stuff
Five vicious catos curling like a chesse puff
Chesse first cap blast
AC Rolls in the tent
(Baby what's been goin' on)
Nothing hoe but the dick
Got me bent out of shape
To you hoes that are fake
Get the fuck out my face
Before I shoot you in ya face
Murder rate, shell increase
Mother-fuck the police
Ridin' up on yo' ass, in ya ass
Be decrease, never peace
Where I live know for the cross-cut
First haters step
First haters get tossed out
[Chorus]
In this song, Project Pat is reminding his listeners that he is on top of his game and he is not to be messed with. He brags about his street credibility, declaring himself a "mack" and a "thug." He warns those who try to cross him that they will receive retaliation in the form of violence, declaring "violators be slugs in your back" and "automatic gat, get your motherfuckin' head crack." Project Pat also talks about the loyalty he receives from his true followers, shouting out his "dawgs" and "folks." He makes it clear that he doesn't deal with fake people, declaring "catch up with your kind, I don't deal with fakeness." The chorus repeats the idea that those who are not on his level should not try to compete with him.
Overall, the song is a classic example of the confidence and bravado that is often associated with gangster rap. It reflects a culture where respect and status are earned through toughness and intimidation, and where loyalty is highly valued.
Line by Line Meaning
Mane you know the business
You already know what this is
Mane you know the business
You already know what this is
Playa gon' shine trick
I'm gonna shine, you're not on my level
You ain't on my level trick
I'm too high above you, you can't compare
Mane you know the business
You already know what this is
Mane you know the business
You already know what this is
Catch up wit' cha kind mane
Hang with people like yourself
I don't deal wit' fakeness
I don't tolerate fake people
Still a mack
Still a ladies' man
Still a thug
Still tough and ruthless
Still a mane showing love
Still affectionate with those I care for
To my dawgs, to my folks
To my friends and family
Violators be slugs in ya back
People who cross me will be shot
Ratta-tat
The sound of a gun firing
It's your dawg Project Pat
I'm your friend, Project Pat
In the hood having fun
Having a good time in the neighborhood
Sippin' on Pauk Mason
Drinking Pauk Mason
Give me some, show me love
Share some with me, show me some love
Like the man up above
Like God
Spread my wings like a dove
Expanding my horizons
Mean mug niggas looking
People giving me dirty looks
And a henn from a smile
People pretend to be friendly but are actually hostile
Bucket side blood cooking
Someone is dying
Got a problem wit' my style
People disliking my fashion sense
Wit' the click, wit' the clan
With my group
Lanes I don't understand
I don't understand certain people
If you feel that you real
If you think you're tough
Fuck it's on lightning steel
It's time to fight
On the real hoes but they mouth
Women who are fake
And get pimp smacked
They'll get hit
Automatic gat, get yo' motherfuckin' head crack
I'll shoot you in the head
Heat tight, trick tight
Well-prepared and well-equipped
Killas pullin' pistol plates
Killer pulling the triggers
When you pull ya tone
When you draw your weapon
My nig' that's where you gon' lay
That's where you'll be shot
I'm a say this to you haters wit' the problem
To my detractors and critics
Step up to the Patsta
Confront me, Project Pat
Boy I'm a solve'em
I'll take care of them
All in my face
People bothering me
And he knowing he don't like me
They don't like me and they know it
Proably want to shoot me
They may want to kill me
Maybe even fight me
They may want to fight me
Suck me, paid me
Women who perform oral sex and give me money
Mane that's what yo' bitch do
That's what your girlfriend does
Loving me the most cause I let her do the click too
She likes me because I let her hang out with my crew
Prophet Posse all these hoes never frontin'
My crew is always honest
Mane they off that ezay
They're high off of drugs
Gobblin' up somethin'
Eating something
Dick in ya mouth
Oral sex being performed
Slow it down wit' that rough stuff
Calm down and be gentle
Five vicious catos curling like a chesse puff
Fingers holding a gun
Chesse first cap blast
First shot fired
AC Rolls in the tent
People are ready to fight
(Baby what's been goin' on)
(Hey, what's up?)
Nothing hoe but the dick
Just chilling, nothing new
Got me bent out of shape
They're irritating me
To you hoes that are fake
To all the fake women
Get the fuck out my face
Leave me alone
Before I shoot you in ya face
Before I shoot you
Murder rate, shell increase
There may be more killings
Mother-fuck the police
I hate the police
Ridin' up on yo' ass, in ya ass
Approaching you with aggression
Be decrease, never peace
There will always be violence
Where I live know for the cross-cut
My neighborhood is known for violence
First haters step
Critics, come at me first
First haters get tossed out
Critics will be kicked out
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Abkco Music Inc.
Written by: ADD MAT BY HOUSTON, BOBBY WOMACK, DARRYL CARTER W, HOUSTON & BEAUREGARD, LINDA COOKE
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@bprice2784
Boys slept so hard on Project Pat. The coolest out of the Three Six period. A true legend!
@purplecorn1234
Mane they all had they own sound, all of em legends
@queendestinyboo9387
💯💯💯
@brunoramos4846
this never gets old for me....
@Donavelo
This shit brought me the tears man so many memories. Classic Album
@dwaynegayle1931
D O N AV E L O hush bro we knw real dope music.. I feel ya
@patrickedmknd9333
I lyterally just cryed. I hear yuh. no more muzyk lyke thys anymore😭
@queendestinyboo9387
On school box Chevy type of music.. Riding withcha man
@mikebrown1512
word
@lostsouljc33
I'm a metal head!!!! But I love this shit, takes me back when I use to ride around with friends that listen to rap . One of the few rapper I enjoy