paroles de chanson Project - Mobb Deep , Young Buck
The
sound
of
gunshots,
the
smell
of
swisha
sweets
Ki's
of
cocaine
is
all
a
nigga
see
And
all
these
niggas
be
lookin
for
a
lick
to
hit
Cuz
it
don't
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
nigga
livin
is
hard
You
see
the
cars,
the
bars,
the
ghetto
super
stars
Some
niggas
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
nigga
You
can
take
me
out
the
hood
but
the
hood
still
in
me
A
Project
Nigga
till
the
Lord
convict
me
(Yo
we
hood
niggas,
Project
Niggas,
everybody
know
we
some
ghetto
ass
niggas)
You
can
take
me
out
the
hood
but
the
hood
still
in
me
A
Project
Nigga
till
the
Lord
convict
me
(Straight
hood
niggas,
Project
Niggas,
yall
better
know
we
some
ghetto
ass
niggas)
P
is
a
triple
threat,
VIP,
the
don't
P,
bitch
get
a
look
at
his
arm
We
megastars,
we
got
bulletproof
cars
And
we
ridin
in
them
shits,
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
niggas
a
void
This
is
our
life,
we
aint
got
no
choice
Look
we
enjoy
ourselves
in
the
middle
of
hell
Shots
poppin
niggas
might
run
up
on
you
with
and
tell
Like
blow
you
away,
you'll
die
with
ya
gun
on
ya
waist
Half
assed
in
a
bare
cold
case
Nigga
you
aint
got
strength
like
the
Mobb
and
G-Unit
In
the
ghetto,
my
niggas
rear
run
up
in
ya
place
You
can
take
me
out
the
hood
but
the
hood
still
in
me
A
Project
Nigga
till
the
Lord
convict
me
(Yo
we
hood
niggas,
Project
Niggas,
everybody
know
we
some
ghetto
ass
niggas)
You
can
take
me
out
the
hood
but
the
hood
still
in
me
A
Project
Nigga
till
the
Lord
convict
me
(Straight
hood
niggas,
Project
Niggas,
yall
better
know
we
some
ghetto
ass
niggas)
Gun
thru
these
niggas
that
stay
hatin
Blood
i
can
taste
it,
Buck
im
losin
my
patience
This
rap
shit,
dudes
got
it
fucked
up
boy
Don't
you
know
we
gettin
money
so
we
got
more
toys?
I
fucked
ya
bitch,
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
shit
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
niggas
up
north
from
them
state
greens
Bustin
them
hammers
for
clippin
my
sing
sing
All
my
hood
niggas
don't
worry
just
maintain
You
know
what
it
is
G-Unit's
what
i
bang
You
can
take
me
out
the
hood
but
the
hood
still
in
me
A
Project
Nigga
till
the
Lord
convict
me
(Yo
we
hood
niggas,
Project
Niggas,
everybody
know
we
some
ghetto
ass
niggas)
You
can
take
me
out
the
hood
but
the
hood
still
in
me
A
Project
Nigga
till
the
Lord
convict
me
(Straight
hood
niggas,
Project
Niggas,
yall
better
know
we
some
ghetto
ass
niggas)
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