Lyrics:
like promethazine some like that yellow
Project Pat that fellow
Hit that from the tailow pur-pur-purple stuff
Pockets sittin' swellow
Dollars I be
schizophrenic
My pistol panic, it just be firin'
Get nervous, I can't handle it
Project Baby, and you know that I am him
My nigga found me
He was with me shootin'
ain't hit it And step not
To consider the Rep Heck! I did your partner cause she's hot as a baker
'Cause I'm Naughty by Nature not 'cause I hate cha!
the project wars
Bullets never pour
Snatch your life from menacin crack-whores
By standing just outside of the limits of the law
On the face of human waste
pushin' flowers, probably be out here pushin' packs
36 O's for the mafia, I feel like Project Pat
Ayy, ayy, I can't stand a nigga always talkin' bout they
was kicking doors down DA want me direct file
She say I'm punishable by life
Nowhere to go so I'm in the dope pole and its getting cold
Nowhere else
black teen
I used to dream, of bein a architect
Easier said than done, believe me it's hard to get
Out of the projects, without forgettin where you
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
Yeah yeah, uhh, uh-huh
Brand Nubian, yeah yeah, check it
Intro/Chorus:
You don't have to drive a fancy car
Just for you to be
a sommelier
Get around town in a private Lear
And by sun down, I'm up out of here
It's still Nasty, raw in the flesh
God's Son, never gone, never left
even hear
(You can't even hear)
Extended clip hanging round off my hip
(You get hit)
It's lil Kodak and you know that I am here
(You know that I'm that
Projects
Some blamed it on the president
Some blamed wind from the wings of Jesus
Just flappin round heaven sent
Yeah but I don't know (he don't know)
lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't have it
buildings
Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death
Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell
Though I owe to it my success
With
to spill
I give off the impression it's no thing for us to kill
Around the way with, street corner game, Pat Sajak
Got kids to feed, you can't stop
Nouvel method pou tout sa kap aprann
Pou sak pat atann, e pou sak pat ka tann
It’s Cliowen time, nigga black wattaguan!!!
Written By: Clifford Wendy
She threw the pussy and I caught it (caught it), presidential by 40 (40)
That drop hit from Europe (woof), that coupe got deported (ha)
I turn coke
fat
So thank the lord for all of my defeats that sort of set me back
Pack it full of chlorophyll and smoke a Dr. Sebi pack
Hit that motherfucker back
high, it comes with the job
I used to rob to stay alive and now I'm runnin' with the mob (TRU)
And makin' dope hits after dope hits
>From
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey
Tranqued by deceptional sounds that deceives
And lures MC's to the lair
With a mic-like bait, then
I'm a mack lil mama, I don't need no introduction
But put your hands behind your back
Let me pat it, pat, pat
What you working with, I wonder what
They can't keep it up a month
By way of that double M
Got hit by that double R
Them fuck niggas fucked up
I fuck their bitch, i might never call
Since
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