Lyrics:
to prosper
The team wearin' diamond jewelry in the projects
If you get knocked, housing's gonna seize your apartment
In life we're faced with obstacles
cheetah spotted
Connect the dots, gazelle gallop, wolf kick
Brothers from the housing authority!
(No heat and hot water, cold freezing every evening)
cheetah spotted
Connect the dots, gazelle gallop, wolf kick
[Chorus: x2]
Brothers from the housing authority!
(No heat and hot water, cold freezing
long and plush hat, shit cost nine thousand
Picture me up in the housing, serving much crack
Cat look at me, I'm real, lobbin' on the field
For real, I
of you niggas spouses
Young bossin' long way from public housing
Young bossin' long way from public housing
Young bossin' long way from public housing
Sleep in heavenly peace
This is the early evening edition of
The news the recent fight
In the House of Representatives was
Over the open housing
Section
stressful
And stress could be so helpful
No more campus housing
Sleeping on them couches
Spot too overcrowded
Guess I won that ball game
My bachelor in
are really shocking
and should touch (commove) us all...
To call squats invasions is to delegitimize
the strugle for housing (in big cities).
It is
squatta land or housing scheme
Once yuh put yuh trust inna di Fadda (uh)
Him ah provide for yuh ah ha (uh)
It hard and meh feel it
Suh meh pray that we
Give a nigga from my hood a thousand (thousand)
He'll treat it like a hundred thousand (facts)
Nigga, public assistance housing (housing)
Mice all up
to built your own a housing scheme
Nothin' nuh change so discipline we a deem
Real buffalo when a no Rastafari regime
Bush bungalow a weh mi dwell wid mi
I've buried 'bout a thousand
In graffiti, "rest in peace" sprayed off throughout the housing
I tried to stay civilized, the hood's a prison inside
Baby canteen, when I thought your heart stopped beating
The room brought out the silence in your breathing
A birth in wooded housing will help you
ain't no more public housing
I gotta stay from 'round them
I'm gon' pull up AMG like I don't know my alphabet
Youngins ain't on Instagram but they
fist
P.U.I. black and stack awareness
* FOUR: Decent housing for the shelter of human beings
* FIVE: Education and truth for the black youth
* SIX: All
I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one where my grandmother
Died I'd have to say my favorite housing project is the one between
Hear the dull drum roll
Of the Great North Eastern line’s
Coupled carriage ticking like
My metronome
And see that housing glow
A skyline
I'm yo dawg Project Pat ghetto section A housing
stomach pain growling got me on the prowling
streets got me wildin backstabbers smilin
now i'm
Sippin' Tanqueray with orange, mane, we on that Tropicana
I'm dripping on your couches from the Hills to public housing
If you're feelin' ill, then damn,
Sippin' Tanqueray with orange, mane, we on that Tropicana
I'm dripping on your couches from the Hills to public housing
If you're feelin' ill, then damn,
I've buried 'bout a thousand
In graffiti, "rest in peace" sprayed off throughout the housing
I tried to stay civilized, the hood's a prison inside
jewelry
I really post up in them project housing, Balmain on my denim and Louis V
Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shawty, I'm talking
You have never seen the darkest side of me
So don't try and limit me to what you think of me
And girls on magazines and cars on housing schemes
All
to my sound of pounding
Pound it in my face Jack me with the bass
Dance all through the night Housing is my life
Pound it in my face Jack me with
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