Young Buck Feat. Mobb Deep project niggaz Lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Tha sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha-sweets
Ki's of co-caine is all a n____ see (K'Yeah!)
And all these n____s be lookin' fo' a lick to hit
'Cause it don't look like we livin' these bricks to quit (Nah!)
On dem hot summa nites we be servin' the white (Aiight!)
On dem cold winta days we be shootin' A.K's
You ain't safe 'round homie, you on the yard
It's everyman fo' himself n____, livin' is hard (Git moneyy!)
You see the cars, the brauds, the ghetto super stars
Some n____s got money and fo'got who they are (b____!)
We rob, kill, steal, whateva
(Aye yo Donn, when ya gittin' out the hood?) - Neva!!
My people need me, my heart is still here
And even tho police be hatin' I'm still here (Still here!)
I'm standin' on this corner 'till my pockets bigger
I'm goin' to my grave as a Project n____

[Chorus: Young Buck w/ Prodigy]
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A Project n____ 'till Tha Lord come git me
(Yo we hood n____s, project n____s, everybody know we some ghetto a__ n____s)
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A Project n____ 'till Tha Lord come git me
(Straight hood n____s, project n____s, y'all betta know we some ghetto a__ n____s)

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Triple threat, VIP, Tha Don
P., b____ git a look at his arms
We megastars, we got bullet-proof cars
And we ridin' in dem s___s, wit' the guns in the trunk
Dome, is the only thang we smoke
I ain't pickin' seed out my weed since 9-4
In New York, Tha Projects is where we feel safe
Surrounded by the others like us, we embrace
All the bullshit, git you n____s a void
This is our life, we ain't got no choice
We enjoy ourselves in the middle of hell
Shots poppin', n____s mite run up on you wit' and tell
Blow you away, you'll die witcha gun on ya waist
Half a__ed in a bare cold case
n____ you ain't got strength like Tha Mobb and G-Unit
In the ghetto, my n____s rear run up in ya place

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Havoc]
Aye yo
Tha thangs that I go thru, these n____s, they stay hatin'
They blood, I can taste it, Buck I'm losin' my patience
And f___ this rap s___, dudes got it f___ed up boi
Don't ya know we gittin' money so we got more toys?
I f___ed ya b____ and think nuthin' of it, and I
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 s___
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 fo' my n____s up North from dem State Greens
Bustin' dem hammers fo' clippin' in the sing-sing
All my hood n____s don't worry just maintain
You know whudd it is, G-Unit what I bang

[Chorus]