my life i been gang banged out that project shit runnin deep in my veins now let me take you on a detour, eastside watts, niggas will go in projects
up We gonna fuck the motherfuckin clubs up The fuckin Liquids, know what I'm sayin The D and D the spot, GD's! VL's! [Chorus: Project Pat] Who the
ers on the inside Touchdown, a nigga going long, field goal, extra point a nigga going strong 210 on the dash, blue jean inside, white wit blue top,
stop the bullshit but he couldn't I see blue flags (what else) I see red flags (what else) I see niggas that aint reppin with they scared ass My projects
the round up Pound up The God when the devil wished the cents Blaowed to the essence sinks Deep down into the blue train cover The real got surreal ?
carry Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz [Verse 3: T.I.] I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues And separate them from they jewels
[Baby] Now since I live in these motherfucking projects Police don't want to see us in cadillacs I bought a woman on gold to match my goals And I don'
Chorus] I was happy at the time, Never knowing who was mine. Now I hear your heart is broken. [Project Wyze] Erica please. [Chorus] [Project
own blood brother still plot for yours Seen things that'll drop your jaw My soldiers got dropped in war, see the mural on the project wall? Won't stop
peruvian white blowing coolies into hoopties , slamming cuties and ice big heavy pots over hot stoves Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects
I'm still here persuing my goals, baking that bread In the bakery, if I ain't out, doing no shows I hit the block, once in a blue, and front with the
was moving that Peruvian white Blowing coolies in the hoopties, slamming cuties at nights Big heavy pots over hot stoves, Mayonnaise jars and water With rocks in 'em Got my whole project
maxine he go'n kill me Chill I got a friend cop, girl you don't know it's beef Three long kicks the hinges flew off Kids sreamin' they happy faced slapped blue
the remix Y'all heard the stories of the miseries Rivals between enemies, there's no love or no sympathy Y'all heard the stories of the stress, death through debts Project
through this evil world with a compass Niggaz die over nonsense, when the koran spit) We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit The whitehouse be the projects
her pastress Still enthused, 'cause I got my cruise on P O L O blues on, when I choose to move I puts my shoes on Protection, against infection Erect projections
Cock my 40 Glock, and my partner just bought a replica Now Asians saying they don't keep no cash in they register We run from red and blue lights to
CD's and the best tapes Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes Ice project