Lyrics:
the date of his next project
What a life, death made it more profit
Record companies get paid for your drama
And "Beef" DVD is on BET
So every artist who
On the rise, skyscraper, multiply like children
High rise nigga, in the projects with killers
But the cops not really with the drama, my nigga
Prize, I'm
your flag out your project window
Yeah..
The fourth branch of the government AKA the media
Seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military
Pulling up on the sinners
On the rise; skyscraper, multiply like children
High rise nigga, in the projects with killers
But the cops not really with
[Aceyalone:]
Project low...yeah
(I love it) Yeah-yeah!
Whoo--coo-coo-coo...
[Chorus: 2x]
I go easy on the coke, you know
Heavy on the green, don't
tymin')
I got everything in my momma name
It's still the same game, ain't shit changed
I, need a project bitch
One that could roll up and take that dick
Project...protect...absorb...create. Lost within my own identity. Shadows converge shedding light beyond eternity. Shed that grin from your featureless face. This tongue now speaks your
to the ones who birthed us
Took care of us, on welfare, we gold now, belchin' from beers
Smoke weed in the project stairs
Half my peers, got hit with like,
and mimic me. Submit and mimic me. Comply and mimic me. Do my eyes refle ct the things I must protect...and will my soul neglect the strength I must project?
what I do's
Behind a project fuckin' building
It's must I make ends meet
Cause ain't no nigga, no nigga gone take care of me
I been strugglin' for too
Every evening when the sun goes down I sit here in my room
And the lamplight shining on me projects my lonely gloom
My counterpart in agony mocks
came to snatch it back then/
Put it back on the project bench/
And made every gangsta nigga want a dark-skinned bitch/
(Chorus) - (Movado)
We?re
Rd. Stand up! (uh)
Pre K Stand Up! (uh)
East Coast Stand Up! (uh)
You should
Come around my way [x2]
Here we got these buildings called projects
belling
Archy certainly has got the genius touch
But this forthcoming project is really too much
You won't believe it - he wanna capture God
And show
shit
Found his body, in the projects, naked
I ain't gonna lie, If I wasn't doing this now
I'd probably'd be tied down, in a small town
With my eyes
to stop they shit, before they get slave whipped
Niggas from the projects don't want to hear that fake shit
Come with what you got to come with
And stop
to the edge
Project push, A-T-L - you get yo' water out the faucet,
we get our water out the well
We win the war with Miami boys over these streets to eat
if I'm wasting your time
If I could see the inertia I'd give it a try
But I gotta project or I gotta deny
Nothing is wrong oh, but something ain't
the game, how could I
When there's so much to accomplish than bein' broke and stuck in the projects
Come through in a green M-3, niggas dickridin'
Like
warm my icy hands.
Any kin or family
just an echo in my mind.
Silence loudens tribulations
that I left behind.
Just then a beam of light projects
the projects, and own a nickel plated tech
But yet, I still got the skill to rock the crowd
I guess rappin should just be style
But now, I can't take it no more
Because the shit that I was singin', was pumpin' through ya projects
How much types must I say shit?
Well, if the shit ain't worth the shit
Then I don't
[Mannie Fresh]
Mr. Pimp Pickle, walk wit a wiggle
Keep a project bitch, and she gotta have that giggle
It's "Sex In the City" every time she get wit me
Wit
killing before the age of twenty one
But the investigators soon uncover evidence of a unimaginable terrorist attack, which used as code named 'Project
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