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(*talking*)R.I.P., uh to the P-A-T, we love you babyWe gon miss you[Ronnie Spencer]P-A-T, rest in peace babyEverybody knows, it wasn`t your time to go[Mr. 3-2]Much love and we`ll never forget you, P-A-TNow you in a better place, with G-O-DThe deep memories, won`t stop going through my mindWishing we could parlay, just one more timeIt make a G start crying, just like lil` babyTo see his partna come on, heart goes to the T. LadyAnd the rest of your family, especially Lil` Fat Pat foolSo rest in peace my partna, and that`s from Mr. 3-2[C-Note]I never thought I had to write this song, for P-A-TWe gon miss you playa while you gone, you went I`m all aloneStaring at the memories, in the back of my mindComparing all the miseries, trapped in timeAnd in this rhyme ain`t enough lines, to explain how I feelWe gon miss you P-A-T, my partna kept it realAnd this whole ordeal, is worth more than it seemsLike a worst nightmare, living our ghetto dreams[Hook: Big Moe]These streets are too hot, too hot babyThese streets are hot, hot, hotWe gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shadeToo hot, too hot latelyToo many my partnas, gone to early graves[Lil` O]You couldn`t understand my mind`s, on a whole nother levelI`m in the church every Sunday, trying to dodge the devilI`m a rebel, with a worthy causeI`m trying to shine, in a world that wants to see me crawlThat`s why it hurts, that Fat Pat had to take a fallIt ain`t fair, but we gotta keep our faith in GodTook in his prime such a vicious crime, we been robbedI`ll fulfill your ghetto dreams Lil` O gon ball, he`d want that[Al-D]Bet your mama tears trying to get us, see God got eyesYou can`t give a man life, so why you gon take a man outP-A-T, S.U.C., gon make that dream come trueWorldwide on the map, dedicated to youAnd Lord knows we gon miss you, ain`t no fronting or fakingAt least now you ain`t gotta see, all this hatingMuch love homie, from the whole H-TownYou brought peace to the Click, and it`s gon still go down[Hook: Big Moe][Clay-Doe]We won`t stop, but baby you was so close to the topI couldn`t wait for you to drop, so we could body rockBut our God, is a jealous oneAnd when he wanna kick it with you, time will get doneIt was just like yesterday, we was making ScrewsAnd to tell you the truth, you got the whole world raising roofAnd to my G`s before I pass, you never knowMash for your paper, your homie Clay-Doe, P-A-T[Big Pokey]We was just getting off of dancing, body rocking the stageI done turned the damn page, seen the hurts and the gaugeTrunks pop tops drop, wide body on colorsLaid back on butter, watch my 18`s stutterI confess I`m a mess, so much pain in my chestWanna test my beef threats, hole put you to restF-A no way, I could ever forgetPut your tape in the deck, and bounce bounce to it[Hook: Big Moe][Mike D]Ain`t no way in hell, I`ma deal with thatYou took all of me, when you took Mr. Fat PatTook the body that we see, but his soul is in meI`ma live his ghetto dreams, through Lil` P-A-TSouthside to the playas, don`t dieOnly multiply, with paper in our eyeAnd don`t worry baby, I`ma keep all this under controlBut I miss getting blowed thoed, in the studio[Willean]Living in this ghetto, while days are getting shorterReminiscing bout my partna, make the pain even harderThe time that we spent, getting bent paying duesDusk to dawn, into the morn` making ScrewsOn the cool, we gotta use it as a stepping stoneAnd really think, who the ones they stepping onLike a throne you`ll be known, as a living legendFat Pat rest in peace, cause all G`s go to heaven[Hook: Big Moe][Lil` Keke]I`m too hot to drop, you marks must of forgotI`ve been blessed with success, it ain`t no taking my spotFakers plot ands scheme, but I`m living they dreamP-A-T and Lil` Ke, the real Freestyle KingsWe use to take it up break it up, on screwed up dubsBody rocking Southside, hands up in the clubBut I still got love, and I`ma complete the missionRest in peace, from the whole Commission[Big Steve]F-A-T, you was the realest to meAnd ain`t nobody, stopping what was meant to beSee all your ghetto dreams, is gonna come to lifeI`ma keep you in my prayers, everyday and every nightAffiliated playas, gots to keep shockingAnd Mr. Grand Papi, gon keep they body rockingOpen up they eyes, so the world could seeThe Southside`s, gonna keep grinding for you P-A-T[Hook: Big Moe][H.A.W.K.]Picture me rolling, from coca beaming Southside holdingSo clean four 18`s, knocking all side moldingCan`t stand it can`t handle it, I`m hurting god damn itOf these niggaz crew ways, on this bullshit planetCalled Earth since birth, the things that we been throughRest assure through me, your ghetto dreams`ll come trueNever knew it would happen, it was at least state of shockBut as long as I`m here, they gon still body rockYou don`t stop Wreckshop, we gon still drop topNeon lights at night, when the damn trunks popBounce bounce to this, you will certainly be missedAs I sit back and reminisce, with our kin folk ChrisI hear your voice in the wind, as the nights get colderLil` Pat and the family, they gon ride on my shoulderI told you it`s before, and that`s the way it`s gon beBro I love you dream of you, forever P-A-T[Hook: Big Moe][Ronnie Spencer]And I`m talking bout the SouthsideStop killing eachother, babyYeah, well well well, oh-oooh-oh-oooh-oh-ooohWell well, thou shall not kill baby, yeahOooooooh-oooh[Big Moe]Get up on your grind, and the people stop hatingStop haaaa-ting (so hot baby)

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