Lyrics:
locked in housing tenements
Eighty-Five percent tenants depended welfare recipients
Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp
At night I walk
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it
Yo, in the housing
Instead of adding to the task force send some help
Waiting on him I'd better help myself
Housing Authority and the O.P.D.
All these guns just to handle
on him I'd better help myself
Housing Authority and the O.P.D.
All these guns just to handle me in the...
The ghetto
The ghetto
(Talking bout
a thousand
I'm hood, so I rep the hood, direct from the public housing
(Manye) I got it crunk like Obama in a 'Fesco
Nuttin less than the best, hoe
Nigga,
all around
(Some 179 million so far)
Including Allen and Milton and Dwight
If you believe in more hospitals, housing
And schools new highways and civil
And leaves you howling at the moon
Up on Housing Project Hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must choose one or the other
But neither are to be what they
And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon
Up on Housing Project Hill, it's
on housing project hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
And if you're looking
of puttin' pain in the street, they makin' albums
Changin' they sourroundin', hopefully housing
Smokery lounge in Boca Raton, not a cloud in the sky, ocean
to see a B out these housing buildings
I be feelin' like Prince in '84 (ow)
Mike in '79, Biggie in '97, '94 Nas
Ali bomaye, no kumbaya
Just give me
gotta respect the fact we gettin' rich
Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw 'em back and he got hit
Brrrt, brrrt
Went from public housing to a glass
contract should be s-shredded
Took my dogs on a private jet from the public housing
I kept it G, yeah, one thousand
Clique star studded like the Paramount
housing
It's why I'm always smiling but on this beat I seem so violent
So ask me about the music scene and what the fuck I think about it
Time flies I
As the steam rose in columns, the tombs were encased.
While the property men were assessing the worth
Of luxury housing deep in the earth.
The wealthy
We'll blame it on the housing projects
What an index that could make for
What your body is scarred from, the bombs on the first floor
We'll blame it
out the window so they can see your stillettos
Cost a thousand dollars, same as your housing holla
Not to mention the wrist and the thirty thousand
him, I'm proud of him
He real, he'll spend a couple million in the housing then
Seein' is believin', my vision is blurred
Cause I ain't seein' nothin'
They say everything happin' for a reason
Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin'
Needin' general assistance
Out here needin' public housing
Out
You can catch me in public housing, wit' bundles of D
Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock
create
Enough firepower to make a coward's chest deflate
See Poppa pull up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta be
On public housing to get yo'
They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
My niggas live in section eight of public housing
They murder you and keep shit low cause
it's more like a sea
Tears flow by the thousand
Since my heart is housing this misery
Misery
Let me tell you about
Heartaches, heartbreaks
That's
room
And you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice and she leaves you howling at the moon
Well, up on housing
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