Young Buck Project Niggas Lyrics

[Verse- Young Buck](Prodigy)
The sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha sweets
Ki's of cocaine is all a n____ see
And all these n____s be lookin for a lick to hit
Cuz it dont look like we leavin these bricks to quit
On them hot summer nights we be servin them whites
On them cold winter days we be shootin AK's
You aint safe around here or in the yard
Its everyman for himself n____ livin is hard
You see the cars, the bars, the ghetto super stars
Some n____s got money and forgot who they are
We rob, kill, steal, whatever
("Ayo dunn when you gettin out the hood"), Never
My people need me, my heart is still here
Even tho police be hatin im still here
Im standin on this corner till my pockets bigger
Im goin to my grave as a project n____

[Chorus- Young Buck/(Prodigy)]
You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me
A Project n____ till the Lord convict 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 the Lord convict me
(Straight hood n____s, Project n____s, yall better know we some ghetto a__ n____s)

[Verse- Prodigy]
P is a triple threat, VIP, the Dont
P, b____ get a look at his arm
We megastars, we got bulletproof cars
And we ridin in them s___s, with the guns in the door
Baum, is the only thing we smoke
I aint pickin 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 bullshit, get you n____s a void
This is our life, we aint got no choice
Look we enjoy ourselves in the middle of hell
Shots poppin n____s might run up on you with and tell
Like blow you away, you'll die with ya gun on ya waist
Half a__ed in a bare cold case
n____ you aint got strength like the Mobb and G-Unit
In the ghetto, my n____s rear run up in ya place

[Verse- Havoc]
Gun thru these n____s that stay hatin
Blood i can taste it, Buck im losin my patience
This rap s___, dudes got it f___ed up boy
Dont you know we gettin money so we got more toys?
I f___ed ya b____, think nuthin of it
Got mad drama but we still out clubbin
We still out gunnin, dumpin the Mac clips
Homie we got this and yall aint have this
Baby aint nuthin you know im spittin that crack s___
Like im still on the block, bunch of police flippin
Still in the kitchen cookin, workin that Trip Beam
Have fiends baggin watch them lick the plate clean
Do this for my n____s up north from them state greens
Bustin them hammers for clippin my sing sing
All my hood n____s dont worry just maintain
You know what it is G-Unit's what i bang