In my projects
In my projects
In my projects
In my projects
In my projects
Dawg, my projects is sweetin'
But if you ain't from where I'm from, like some dawg
Don't come or you gettin' beatin'
Yeah, we cheatin', dawg, that's automatic
We greedy, plus we tryna feed the needy, dawg, with all the cabbage
Steal from the rich and give to the poor
We sell a few drugs, bust a few slugs, and pimp a few hoes
Don't let us find a vacant higgity
Dawg, we turn them into stiggidies
With shorties off in riggidies
So if you ain't from here or with my guys
Don't even roll through, playa, 'cause all the traffic gettin' minimized
Cries for help 'cause you got carjacked
Niggas' roll for a minute then pass it to the hypes to sell the car back
And once she get it, it'll be stripped down
Thugs, they got your system and your dubs and want your crib now
Y'all better give the hood respect
'Cause it pay to play for a day up in my projects
In my projects, my projects thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
Don't come to my projects if you ain't with this clique
In my projects, my projects thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
Don't come to my projects if you ain't with this clique
In my projects
Now let me tell you 'bout them kingpins
Droppin' Y2K Benz on them rims, bringin' 15 in
They dishin' it out, they keep it in circulation
They dodgin' the Feds, and suckas is playa hatin'
They got the whole hood stacked up
And now the po' walkin' on the showroom floor buyin' 'Lac trucks
They stuck in the ghetto by choice
But if they go, it's Jacuzzis and condos, with a Rolls Royce
Now voice your opinion
You heard about the 'War On Drugs'
Now won't you tell me who you think winnin'
Spendin money by the piles, throwin' dubs
On the 'burbans with the subs, and they twerkin' bumpin' Coo Coo Cal
And the hood love hoodrats
On the bus stop shakin' it like it's hot with some good cat
Y'all better give the hood respect
'Cause it pay to play for a day up in my projects
In my projects, my projects thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
Don't come to my projects if you ain't with this clique
In my projects, my projects thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
Don't come to my projects if you ain't with this clique
In my projects
Dawg, I'ma go 'head and sum it up, between the grind with dimes
Crimes and rhymes, y'all, we comin' up
From sundown to sun up, ha
The block watch, peekin' out the attic in case you run up
With diamonds and furs, his and hers
Shoppin' sprees with ease to fill up a 2000 Suburb, ha
Dawg, my projects got taste
Although the rent ain't nothin' but two-fifty
We sportin five thousand dollar drapes
Makin' it happen, with snappin' to avoid that
Anchor hook me up with plenty tracks to keep a playa rappin'
To put my city on the map
Here with million dollar vocal cords
I can afford a million on a track
You do the addin' and subtractin'
Wastin' time just to figure out, without a doubt, that we stackin'
Y'all better give the hood respect
'Cause it pay to play for a day up in my projects
In my projects, my projects thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
Don't come to my projects if you ain't with this clique
In my projects, my projects thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
Don't come to my projects if you ain't with this clique
In my projects
In my projects
In my projects
In my projects
In my projects
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