Lyrics:
the building
Living the life in the building
Raising project children
Plotting on some millions
Trying to escape the building
Yeah we in the building
Getting
and Magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects and they way they tore 'em all up
Like when I do a project and come back and tear the mall up
We
What up until then
I'ma be thuggin inside them project buildings
They blowing them cookies, that's all the ghetto children
Plotting on ways that
(The Mekanix)
(Dope like the building on Broadway)
(Dope like the lookouts in the project hallway)
(Dope like the tar, same color as raisins)
sealed in
The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in
the building but the buildings falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if your name was spalding
My mind get flooded I think about new orleans
Back in school, you all
but the buildings falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if your name was Spalding
My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans
Bout to school y'all niggas,
She fine
She like them thugs
She go to school
Then hit the club
She fine
She like them thugs
She go to school
Then hit the club (Well, Where she at?
Brodie Macck man
Smokin dope in the stu
10-27-1994, St. John's Hospital, Queens, New York
Far Rockaway to be exact of course
Project building baby no
and I got racks on
Don't be bitter, your dope, they reconsider that shit, be stepped on
Eastside Johnny, way out that project building, I get my rep
the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter
Niggas had the Georgetown, the Magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up
the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter
Niggas had the Georgetown, the Magic way harder
Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up
the whole world is a ghetto
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the (wheel the sound)
I'm from the project buildings, high stories
My
the building but the buildings falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if your name was spalding
My mind get flooded I think about new orleans
Back in school, you all
house, to have some fun
We both lived in Colonial Projects
I lived in building forty eight, she lived in building twenty six
We used to play Ringling,
a ghetto
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the
I'm from the project buildings, high stories
My stories from valence to glory
the buildings falling
You wouldn't be ballin' if
Your name was Spalding
My mind get flooded I think about New Orleans
Bout to school y'all niggas
You should call
Who can't see past project building
I know the lord is with me
The reaper he trying to get me
Now put your hands together
Let's take on this world
that's what I call karma
And you pray to God she don't grow breasts too soon
Projects to' up, gang signs is thrown up
Niggas hats broke off, that's how
wit it, rock wit it
And fo' the projects buildings behind the locked gates
They do what they gotta do and hustle at a top rate
Movin' dem o's
lean wit it, rock wit it
And fo' the projects buildings behind the locked gates
They do wut they gotta do and hustle at a top rate
Movin dem o's
is just the beginning, coming from the mews
NBC from heart just a different school
Posting all those stories
Building from scratch
What we catch
When
you
Building roads
Building bridges
Building pipelines
And blow them up
Building schools
Building banks
Building churches
& burn them down
The reign
and the project buildings
If a nigga rob us, god willing
You know a Blackman pride gon kill him
Twin blades in your face named Cole and Dylan
In your face they
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