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Yo we project living
With plastic on the furniture,
Little n****z coming up will
Fucking try to murda ya
The D's not out so the coast is clear
But
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat
to ride with it
I spend money floss money
'Cause I can die with it
Project nigga
Get my work on
Host MTV with an Eastsidaz shirt on
I'm
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Let my niggas live
We show
[Chorus]
Hey don't ya wanna be high?
Hey listen baby come fly with me, take a ride, get high with me.
I know you wanna be high.
You never
when Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
By arid actions try MC's to get their roll
the projects hotter than hell
Harder for brothers, to get they thug on but oh well
Son they know too much, even the hoodrat chicks
Oh you heard who did what, no
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with
me though
Run up bitch ta da death get gripped my steeze is ballin' out
Of control whatch you know
'Bout bubblin'
Hustle bones comin' out my
in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem, get ya damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Still not guilty y'all got to feel me
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
Ayo, Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out
COINTEL, going down
Projects, pop offs, issues, payback
Sickness, lockdown, get it
Free Mumia and H. Rap Brown
Before you get what you want, gotta give
and pat myself on the back (for doing good)
I don't need nobody else
I'm gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all
is money
And money is the message
Move up like The Jeffersons
But live like the Jetsons
Futuristic gotta be optimistic
Cause you gotta get it
Hustle
find ya wealth
Once you get it, you gotta live it the limit
Niggaz never wanna see you with it, fuck them tho'
Niggaz can't come close enough to touch
sharp as always
Runnin' ya bricks with blitz
Through ya project hallways
Dumpin' crews like two's, nigga, all day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
c'izz'ame to
Crank up this bitch (Bia Bia)
And get this motherfucker droppin'
Boppin' this shit
See we so high the time'll go by
Rather fast, hit the grass
time.
For you I'm a hustle, for you I'm a grine.
You were there through the pain, you stood right by me, thanks to you I survive.
I guess it's true what
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon'
love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron plus marricon
Said
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you want to be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon'
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