Gang Signs
Project Pat Feat. The Krew Lyrics


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Yeah, this go out to all my Crip and Blood niggas, Georgia, Tennessee, North Carolina, Alabama, MISSISSIPPI, all my Blood (Cali) niggas in Galveston Texas, Blood and Crip niggas in Dallas, y'all know the business. Bounty Hunter Bloods, Piru Bloods (HTown), all my Grape Street Crip niggas. Rolling 90's, Neighborhood Crips, Rolling 60's, Rolling 20's, Rolling 30's, 107 Hoover Crip (South Carolina), FiveDeuce Hoover Crips, OKC, Oklahoma City (Richmond Virginia), all them Crip niggas in Oklahoma City, Blood and Crip niggas (Tennessee) in Little Rock Arkansas, y'all know the business...

HOOK
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...

VERSE ONE
Oh, we throwing them, my nigga...
I live that street life, I did time in the state...
I don' wrestled with them FEDs, had to rob for a plate...
Had to murder me a few so I wouldn't take a minus...
Break and bury all tools, putting that behind us...
Keep the new choppers close, blanket to Linus...
Charlie Brown Benz, Dog, nothing but the finest...
Tennessee kingpin, Project Pata...
I know you niggas sell dope, but my pockets fatter...
A hundred drum on the Tom, son, bullets scatter...
Slugs enter in your back, and come out your bladder...
Ratta tatta when I'm busting on a rata...
I'm screaming "Off with your head" like the mad hatter...nigga...

HOOK
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...

And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...

VERSE TWO
You selling dope in my neighborhood, I wish a nigga would...
We got the guns and mask, then bring it to your hood...
I'll snatch you out them butter guts, but I'm not a fool...
Fifty rounds, first will shoot you up, bullets going through...
Any car, ripping through the steel, cutting past leather...
Mash down on this trigger like it was a gas pedal...
Blast better, choppers in use, I'ma let loose...
Blood leaking out your stomach mixed with that Grey Goose...
Was kind of spooked once them slugs whistled past your head...
You heard the kiss of death, on life support, you at the MED...
And we don't bar the police, they can get it with ya...
You false flaggers in these streets, we gon' get up with ya...

HOOK
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...




And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Project Pat's "Gang Signs" are a tribute to gangs and gang members across several US states. The song is a celebration of the street life, the camaraderie, the pride, and the violence associated with gang culture. The lyrics are a shout-out to various gangs, including the Bloods, the Crips, the Bounty Hunters, the Piru Bloods, and the Grape Street Crips. The song also acknowledges the conflicts between different gangs, and the danger and loyalty that come with being a gang member.


The hook of the song talks about the material rewards of the gang lifestyle, such as wealth, expensive watches, and diamonds. The verses, however, paint a different picture, describing the harsh realities of gang life. The first verse talks about the struggles of growing up in poverty, facing imprisonment, and resorting to violent crimes to survive. The second verse is a warning to rival gang members and drug dealers who encroach on their turf. The lyrics depict a violent retaliation to perceived threats and a lack of trust in law enforcement.


Overall, "Gang Signs" is an unapologetic celebration of gang culture with its highs and lows. The song acknowledges the complexity of gang life, where community and brotherhood can coexist with violence and criminal activity.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, this go out to all my Crip and Blood niggas, Georgia, Tennessee, North Carolina, Alabama, MISSISSIPPI, all my Blood (Cali) niggas in Galveston Texas, Blood and Crip niggas in Dallas, y'all know the business. Bounty Hunter Bloods, Piru Bloods (HTown), all my Grape Street Crip niggas. Rolling 90's, Neighborhood Crips, Rolling 60's, Rolling 20's, Rolling 30's, 107 Hoover Crip (South Carolina), FiveDeuce Hoover Crips, OKC, Oklahoma City (Richmond Virginia), all them Crip niggas in Oklahoma City, Blood and Crip niggas (Tennessee) in Little Rock Arkansas, y'all know the business...
Sending a shoutout to fellow gang members across different states and territories, calling out specific groups including the Crips and Bloods in various cities, such as Galveston and Little Rock.


We got paper over here, pull capers over here, got them icy out watches with the diamonds in our ear...
We have money, committing crimes, and flaunting wealth with diamond watches.


And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs...
We continue to represent our gang affiliation through hand gestures.


Oh, we throwing them, my nigga...
We are actively and proudly throwing gang signs to show our loyalty.


I live that street life, I did time in the state...
I am from the streets and have served time in prison.


I don' wrestled with them FEDs, had to rob for a plate...
I have been in trouble with the FBI and had to steal to survive.


Had to murder me a few so I wouldn't take a minus...
I have had to kill a few people to protect myself.


Break and bury all tools, putting that behind us...
We are moving on from violent acts and disposing of any evidence.


Keep the new choppers close, blanket to Linus...
We keep new guns close by, just like Linus with his blanket.


Charlie Brown Benz, Dog, nothing but the finest...
We drive nice cars, such as a Mercedes-Benz, which is the best quality.


Tennessee kingpin, Project Pata...
I am a leader in the drug trade in Tennessee and go by Project Pat.


I know you niggas sell dope, but my pockets fatter...
I am aware that other drug dealers are present, but I am making more money than them.


A hundred drum on the Tom, son, bullets scatter...
I have multiple drums attached to my Tommy Gun, which rapidly fires bullets.


Slugs enter in your back, and come out your bladder...
Bullets pierce through your back and out your bladder, causing serious harm.


Ratta tatta when I'm busting on a rata...
I make a rapid firing sound with my gun when shooting someone.


I'm screaming "Off with your head" like the mad hatter...nigga...
I am yelling the phrase "Off with your head" like the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland, indicating my intent to harm others.


You selling dope in my neighborhood, I wish a nigga would...
I warn anyone hoping to sell drugs in my neighborhood to not even try it.


We got the guns and mask, then bring it to your hood...
We have the necessary equipment and tools to commit crimes and are willing to take it to other areas.


I'll snatch you out them butter guts, but I'm not a fool...
I am able to quickly shoot and kill someone without being caught myself.


Fifty rounds, first will shoot you up, bullets going through...
I will shoot you with fifty rounds, and the bullets will go through your body.


Any car, ripping through the steel, cutting past leather...
Our bullets can go through any car, cutting through metal and leather.


Mash down on this trigger like it was a gas pedal...
I pull the trigger on my gun as quickly as I would press down on a gas pedal.


Blast better, choppers in use, I'ma let loose...
We use machine guns to rain down bullets and attack aggressively.


Blood leaking out your stomach mixed with that Grey Goose...
Blood is spilling out of your stomach, combined with the alcohol Grey Goose, which was likely in the victim's system.


Was kind of spooked once them slugs whistled past your head...
I was scared when bullets barely missed my head and made a whistling sound.


You heard the kiss of death, on life support, you at the MED...
I nearly fatally shot someone and the victim is now in the hospital on life support.


And we don't bar the police, they can get it with ya...
We don't care about law enforcement and are willing to hurt them as well.


You false flaggers in these streets, we gon' get up with ya...
We will seek out anyone we suspect of faking their gang affiliation and take action against them.




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TheJellydrummer

No good enough words to explain how this song makes me feel!! SICK AS FUCK!!!! MUCH LOVE<3

Brandon Chilian

That beat is fuckin' insane.

Gregory Nunes

are you crazy? the white boy killed it, project pat on the fuckin hook, then the next guy came the extra hardest

Mr.Nonsense

I like the first two verses.

Kevin Ramirez

cold winter morning i see a white chevy van in my town sounds this song !!

shootuptheplace

luv this shit

PrimeSu$pect

song fucks me over after a bad nite ahahaha

Jags8787

Someone call J-Green and tell him he has a flaw on his cover, it is Project Pat, not Procject Pat

Sebastien Gravel

bg yo buzzef

Daniel A

na man the first dudes kinda sucked

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