Project Pat - Make A Sell lyrics

I remember nights, when there were no lights And there was no weed, there was some cold nights Some hot days, no AC; No clientele Ridin round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale I remember nights, when there were no lights And there was no weed, there was some cold nights Some hot days, no AC; No clientele Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale It slipped in the back of my mind Thinkin bout that penentiary, bout that time Project poverty, know that I'm on the rug The lights cut off, the mice and them bugs Living like a fiend, wakin up in the crack house Drinkin malt liquor in the hood til we blacked out My stash came up missing, felt like I crapped out She might be my auntie, but she still gon' get slapped out It's bad times when the family members are cracked out But if they have friends, then I'ma pull them packs out I'm on that green leaf, full of that kickstand But please believe me, I'm tryin'a be a better man I remember nights, when there were no lights And there was no weed, there was some cold nights Some hot days, no AC; No clientele Ridin round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale I remember nights, when there were no lights And there was no weed, there was some cold nights Some hot days, no AC; No clientele Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Green brow, Project, summer me and gangsta Fred Sackin dough, countin bread til our fingers bled Gangsta kept the pounds of good, Tony sold the raw One night narcotics jumped out on us, almost burnt the law Thought the law was the robbers, come to take our pockets Call us NASA, cause we shoot them Ninas just like rockets I'm past first cla** street, I'm in the co*kpit Silver Bentley, next week might have to cop it These hoes tryin to flag me down, they need to stop it Asked for their numbers back in the days, wouldn't drop it Now they see these icy bottles match these icy chains From VIP, I stand on stage and I do my thang I remember nights, when there were no lights And there was no weed, there was some cold nights Some hot days, no AC; No clientele Ridin round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale I remember nights, when there were no lights And there was no weed, there was some cold nights Some hot days, no AC; No clientele Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale Ridin round in the hood, tryin to make a sale