Project n*ggas lyrics

by

Young Buck


[Verse 1: Young Buck & Prodigy]
The sound of gunshots (Brah), the smell of swisher sweets
Keys of cocaine is all a n*gga see (Key, key)
And all these n*ggas be lookin' for a lick to hit
Cause it don't look like we livin' these bricks to quit (Nah)
On them hot summer nites we be servin' the white (Aiight?)
On them cold winter days we be shootin' A.K's
You ain't safe around homie, you on the yard
It's everyman for himself n*gga, livin' is hard (Git money)
You see the cars, the brauds, the ghetto superstars
Some n*ggas got money and forgot who they are (b*tch)
We rob, kill, steal, whateva
(Aye yo, dun, when ya gittin' out the hood?) Never (Yeah)
My people need me, my heart is still here
And even tho police be hatin' I'm still here
I'm standin' on this corner 'til my pockets bigger
I'm goin' to my grave as a project n*gga

[Chorus: Young Buck & Prodigy]
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n*gga 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Yo, we hood n*ggas, project n*ggas
Everybody know we some ghetto ass n*ggas
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n*gga 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Straight hood n*ggas, project n*ggas
Y'all betta know, we some ghetto ass n*ggas
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Triple threat, V.I.P., Tha Don
P., b*tch, git a look at his arms
We megastars, we got bulletproof cars
And we ridin' in them sh*ts, with the guns in the trunk
The bomb is the only thang we smoke
I ain't pick a seed out my weed since '94
In New York, the projects is where we feel safe
Surrounded by the others like us, we embrace
All the bullsh*t, git you n*ggas a void
This is our life, we ain't got no choice
We enjoy ourselves in the middle of hell
Shots poppin', n*ggas might run up on you with a twelve
Blow you away, you'll die witcha gun on ya waist
That fast it will be a cold case
n*gga you ain't got strength like the Mobb and G-Unit
In the ghetto, my n*ggas we'll run up in ya place

[Chorus: Young Buck, Prodigy & Havoc]
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n*gga 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Yo, we hood n*ggas, project n*ggas
Everybody know we some ghetto ass n*ggas
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n*gga 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Straight hood n*ggas, project n*ggas
Y'all betta know (Aye yo), we some ghetto ass n*ggas
[Verse 3: Havoc]
The thangs that I go thru, these n*ggas, they stay hatin'
They blood, I can taste it, Buck, I'm losin' my patience
And f*ck this rap sh*t, dudes got it f*cked up boy
Don't ya know we gittin' money, so we got more toys?
I f*cked ya b*tch and think nuthin' of it (Nah)
Got mad drama but we still out clubbin'
We still out gunnin', dumpin' mad clips
Homie, we got this, and y'all ain't have this
Baby ain't nuthin', you know I'm spittin' that crack sh*t
Like I'm still on the block, picture police flippin'
Like I'm still in the kitchen cookin', workin' that Trip Beam
Have fiends baggin', watch dem lick the plate clean
Do this for my n*ggas up North from them State Greens
Bustin' dem Hammers for clippin' in the sing-sing
All my hood n*ggas don't worry just maintain
You know what it is, G-Unit what I bang

[Chorus: Young Buck & Prodigy]
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n*gga 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Yo, we hood n*ggas, project n*ggas
Everybody know we some ghetto ass n*ggas
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n*gga 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Straight hood n*ggas, project n*ggas
Y'all betta know, we some ghetto ass n*ggas
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