Lyrics:
to the projects
Some shit she ain't used to
A hood nigga fa sho that's to the fullest
Ay tell them lame ass niggas to eat a bullet
Playin' hooky I was tryna get her
pop)
Ya get on a beat & just gossip
Just get off the gram
Look in the mirror
See who you really portraying
Be real with yourself
You need some help
Your
straight from the projects
He dey sweat tears he dey hustle for enjoyment
So baby feel am ooh just a kid straight from the projects
Smoking and tings ,
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
where birds fly (fly)
From Miami by way of Cuba (let's get i) to whoever wants to get that high (high)
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Pro-jects
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fists if ya feel me
Holla if ya hear me
Learn to survive in
with a fresh pair of locs
No yokes but smokes
Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers
Get ya for your drawers, young niggas out to kill
want see de singer get dark
Ya nah want see de singer get dark
Serious time stock de money
Stay pon de grind
Hustle man ah hustle
Bully nah waste
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat
We just want y'all to dance with us man
Y'all know what it is, it's goin' down
Motorcycle with it, with it,
Give em karate blows
Liu Kang the way I kick it, bumping Wu Tang
Try to protect the neck, I? from ya boo thang
Parking lot of the blue flame
Flows hotter
Give em karate blows
Liu Kang the way I kick it, bumping Wu Tang
Try to protect the neck, I? from ya boo thang
Parking lot of the blue flame
Flows hotter
wanna harass a nigga
Pass a nigga by but the outer
Look don't get no hit
See they own reflection when they tryin
To look in my tint
Project moving
ya, Ewem ya, Ewem ya
Money cars clothes
Gotta put God first and don't be distracted by your hoes
Gotta let the spirit lead
If it's a school thing
y'all doin out this late
Girls: Shit! Just leaving the club. What's the business
[Project Pat] Ey look lemme get yo number
And them rings, and that purse
and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I
have it
So by any means
Ima keep her happy
Project baby
Project baby
Daddy was gone
So my mama raised me
Mama went got it
So her babies can have it
it's selfish if I live it quietly
This what you get when you take a lil nigga by the projects
With a heart of gold and a mental that be complex
You put
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
tha ice glistenin', man
I know it make you want to go get it bad
But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you
do is get money, hustle, he's a dick
Tell me foul shit, wild shit, ya'll niggas wear alotta loud shit
Yo, that Steve Rifkin style, shit
Hit me with
weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't
a lil' somethin'
To help you get through the day
If you could
It was more than a tragedy
Emotions be grabbin' me
Plane fell from the sky
We tryin'
divided by the years
But I got it from here don't sweat that
Sounds bump from Marcy to LeFrak
To that project in DC where my
Man caught his death at
Over my
Shit is crazy
Shit is crazy
Welcome to the jungle, the heart of the struggle
You starve if you humble, that’s part of the hustle
Dawg, where ya
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