(feat. C-Note, R. Spencer, Grace and Glory, Lil' Keke,...) 



[talking] 

R.I.P., uh to the P-A-T, we love you baby 

We gon miss you 



[Ronnie Spencer] 

P-A-T, rest in peace baby 

Everybody knows, it wasn't your time to go 



[Mr. 3-2] 

Much love and we'll never forget you, P-A-T 

Now you in a better place, with G-O-D 

The deep memories, won't stop going through my mind 

Wishing we could parlay, just one more time 

It make a G start crying, just like lil' baby 

To see his partna come on, heart goes to the T. Lady 

And the rest of your family, especially Lil' Fat Pat fool 

So 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-T 

We gon miss you playa while you gone, you went I'm all alone 

Staring at the memories, in the back of my mind 

Comparing all the miseries, trapped in time 

And in this rhyme ain't enough lines, to explain how I feel 

We gon miss you P-A-T, my partna kept it real 

And this whole ordeal, is worth more than it seems 

Like a worst nightmare, living our ghetto dreams 



[Hook: Big Moe] 

These streets are too hot, too hot baby 

These streets are hot, hot, hot 

We gotta run for shelter, gotta run for shade 

Too hot, too hot lately 

Too many my partnas, gone to early graves 



[Lil' O] 

You couldn't understand my mind's, on a whole nother level 

I'm in the church every Sunday, trying to dodge the devil 

I'm a rebel, with a worthy cause 

I'm trying to shine, in a world that wants to see me crawl 

That's why it hurts, that Fat Pat had to take a fall 

It ain't fair, but we gotta keep our faith in God 

Took in his prime such a vicious crime, we been robbed 

I'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 eyes 

You can't give a man life, so why you gon take a man out 

P-A-T, S.U.C., gon make that dream come true 

Worldwide on the map, dedicated to you 

And Lord knows we gon miss you, ain't no fronting or faking 

At least now you ain't gotta see, all this hating 

Much love homie, from the whole H-Town 

You 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 top 

I couldn't wait for you to drop, so we could body rock 

But our God, is a jealous one 

And when he wanna kick it with you, time will get done 

It was just like yesterday, we was making Screws 

And to tell you the truth, you got the whole world raising roof 

And to my G's before I pass, you never know 

Mash for your paper, your homie Clay-Doe, P-A-T 



[Big Pokey] 

We was just getting off of dancing, body rocking the stage 

I done turned the damn page, seen the hurts and the gauge 

Trunks pop tops drop, wide body on colors 

Laid back on butter, watch my 18's stutter 

I confess I'm a mess, so much pain in my chest 

Wanna test my beef threats, hole put you to rest 

F-A no way, I could ever forget 

Put 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 that 

You took all of me, when you took Mr. Fat Pat 

Took the body that we see, but his soul is in me 

I'ma live his ghetto dreams, through Lil' P-A-T 

Southside to the playas, don't die 

Only multiply, with paper in our eye 

And don't worry baby, I'ma keep all this under control 

But I miss getting blowed thoed, in the studio 



[Willean] 

Living in this ghetto, while days are getting shorter 

Reminiscing bout my partna, make the pain even harder 

The time that we spent, getting bent paying dues 

Dusk to dawn, into the morn' making Screws 

On the cool, we gotta use it as a stepping stone 

And really think, who the ones they stepping on 

Like a throne you'll be known, as a living legend 

Fat 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 forgot 

I've been blessed with success, it ain't no taking my spot 

Fakers plot ands scheme, but I'm living they dream 

P-A-T and Lil' Ke, the real Freestyle Kings 

We use to take it up break it up, on screwed up dubs 

Body rocking Southside, hands up in the club 

But I still got love, and I'ma complete the mission 

Rest in peace, from the whole Commission 



[Big Steve] 

F-A-T, you was the realest to me 

And ain't nobody, stopping what was meant to be 

See all your ghetto dreams, is gonna come to life 

I'ma keep you in my prayers, everyday and every night 

Affiliated playas, gots to keep shocking 

And Mr. Grand Papi, gon keep they body rocking 

Open up they eyes, so the world could see 

The Southside's, gonna keep grinding for you P-A-T 



[Hook: Big Moe] 



[H.A.W.K.] 

Picture me rolling, from coca beaming Southside holding 

So clean four 18's, knocking all side molding 

Can't stand it can't handle it, I'm hurting god damn it 

Of these niggaz crew ways, on this bullshit planet 

Called Earth since birth, the things that we been through 

Rest assure through me, your ghetto dreams'll come true 

Never knew it would happen, it was at least state of shock 

But as long as I'm here, they gon still body rock 

You don't stop Wreckshop, we gon still drop top 

Neon lights at night, when the damn trunks pop 

Bounce bounce to this, you will certainly be missed 

As I sit back and reminisce, with our kin folk Chris 

I hear your voice in the wind, as the nights get colder 

Lil' Pat and the family, they gon ride on my shoulder 

I told you it's before, and that's the way it's gon be 

Bro I love you dream of you, forever P-A-T 



[Hook: Big Moe] 



[Ronnie Spencer] 

And I'm talking bout the Southside 

Stop killing eachother, baby 

Yeah, well well well, oh-oooh-oh-oooh-oh-oooh 

Well well, thou shall not kill baby, yeah 

Oooooooh-oooh 



[Big Moe] 

Get up on your grind, and the people stop hating 

Stop haaaa-ting (so hot baby)