The Projects lyrics

[Skit: Raekwon & Shyheim]
Peace, God
Peace to the Gods
How you, God?
Studyin' 120 right now, call me back at the God Hour

[Intro: Raekwon]
The f*ck?
It's just the new way of thinkin'
Light up the broccoli, kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doin' it

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Bound by honor, sword take over the set
Rap from here to Quebec
Throw up the TEC, crash your intellect, select a vet
Swimsuit mammal handle, yo, every fly vandal go to project
Slam you like Hamill's Whitewater Scandal
Wally sandal just a sample, my n*ggas fertilize thoughts
Yo, mad support, drink a quart then vamp
One nasty can blew
My pen sterile, won't perform if I'm not lampable
Askin' my man'll get you slapped down, play the anthem
Lit it, who with it? Champagne get it, that's the ticket
Silent 9's soundin' like crickets, snatch your worker’s shipment
Pull her hair, long di*k it, we talk right before we left lifted
Just like a long sleeve, guess who ripped it?
[Hook: U-God & (Raekwon)]
Projects (My n*ggas survive, just like a movin' target)
Projects (Where n*ggas live and some sell garbage, that's..)
Projects (Try to escape the flyin' shells, dodgin')
New York projects (I'm livin' large, yo, stop miragin')

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind
Behind every fortune there's a crime
This technique is TEC-9
Blast at any close encounter of the third kind
This be the evil that man do, we dismantle any adversary
Them n*ggas all thumbs and can't handle my flurry
Hear me, you jam on, you want to scare me
Don't even kid me, sh*t in my coat aimin' at your kidney
Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper
Black+Decker hardware, avoid the leper
Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector
Bet your bottom dollar lecture be hard to swallow
007 mark — the secret agent that macks well and gets smart
Through entertainment
Welcome to the killing fields with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger boogie n*ggas goin' through changes

[Hook: U-God & (Raekwon)]
Projects (My n*ggas survive, just like a movin' target)
Projects (Where n*ggas live and some sell garbage, that's..)
Projects (Try to escape the flyin' shells, dodgin')
New York projects (I'm livin' large, yo, stop miragin')
[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Suck my di*k! It's the kid with the fat knob
I bust all into your face, plus it come in globs
Quick, get on your knees
With your sweet pus*y, let it breathe
Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three?
Your pink lips spreaded and sh*t, let me throw my di*k in
Grab my sh*t and place it gently on your clit
Ping-pong pus*y, wide world the womb
Titties saggin', stomach on some shriveled up prune sh*t
Too much air in your pus*y
You screamin' that it's talkin' to you, daddy!
Fart's breathin' out your lips, splashin' my di*k badly
Use vinegar to try to tighten up your ginger
Almighty di*k ran in with a cape, some call him engine
Lightnin' rod bob, black candy cane attached to God
Thick like a Great Adventure cigar, in your garage
Pregnant pus*y have you fall out like Rémy on the house
Watch the teeth when slobbin' my sh*t, you bit it on the couch
Dry pus*y lead to friction burns, plus beef I hone
The condom broke, b*tch, you got AIDS? I'm shakin' in my bones!