Lyrics:
How it all started, fifth floor apartment
A jigsaw puzzle aerial view of the projects
A kid saw struggle, buried a few of his partners
Now chill in
thoughts
Children listen, it gets deep
See once upon a time inside the Nickerson Garden projects
The object was to process and digest poverty's dialect
Are you an angel?
Read me my federal rights
My eyes feel too far apart
Take me back to the start
If you love me
Tell me you'll fly up above me
My
Project Paradoxical, ask the doctor, share my toxicology
Young what the fuck, depth psychology
I could give a fuck if you follow me
Logically follow
my fingernails
And drinking glasses of paint
Glitter in my bones as it oozes out of my brain
I want to be as pretty as an art project that you made in
should we fear instead?
Okay I got it
It's all of the people in the projects
Black and Hispanic always trying to steal my contents
Without a conscience
I just dropped a line in the Fanta
Federal charges pending
Got caught with the jammer
Pray everyday
Got that advice from my nana
Stay with glit
fais ma prose à part
Yeah, j'dois encore plein d'argent au fédéral, pis je fais du rap sur des terres volées
J'ai pas la passion des comptes de banque,
fréquence qu'leurs vices
Tant d'vils projects pendant qu'les villes s'engorgent de malaises
Marionnettes à l'aise ils t'endorment
Aux manettes "big bro" sorti
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art
Remainin blown nigga, throwin darts
completely
I'm not surprised
But he combines all these different trends
I'm not surprised
You can't divide art today
Into categories neatly
Oh?
with me then keep it a cnote
Free my niggas out the federal Bureau
Get back to that paper but keep that a Kilo
Big checks hoes checkin the status
Red
The pictures of (tobe)
Mantics are we
Let project your...
Pen as a wand
The pictures of...
Movie is art
Creation of...
Man is a God
The pictures of...
Mantics
Thot thick
Took her out the
Ghetto to the tropics
Mosh pit
Everybody brave
Until the glock spits
Hop skip
Jump to the money
Out the projects
Me
niggas that be feeling a way
Cameras all in the projects, feds building a case
I got so tired of the train, now I kick it in a Wraith
I'm never tucking
[Bizzy - talking]
DJ U-Neek, we need to take 'em back to the projects, man
Like 1988, let me hit somethin real quick
We are Way 2 Strong
[Chorus:
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art
Remainin blown nigga, throwin darts
thoughts out
And hopefully I can save a nigga from getting chalked out
But until then
I'ma be thuggin behind a project building
Kickin this knowledge to all
(PJ's!) I was born in the PJ's
So I gotta rep for the PJ's
The elevators with the pissy hallways
Bangin on the project walls, all day
Yo if it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
2 Times, aye
We from the projects
Yeah
Yeah
We from the projects
Yeah
Young n**** straight from the projects
I put the hood
stay paid, he doing federal
Niggas die everyday this ain't no new shit
My mama pray she don't see
Me on no news clip
That's why I run round with
Extendos
Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know
Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know
Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all
Tryna change my life,
really love you
Yes I do, yes I do
I've changed, like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House, from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been
Never going to reach to the top (number 1)
Man fuck, I told em "shut up" (shut up)
Codeine in my double cup (syrup)
Shit get federal, brothas switch up
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