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Projects, projects, projects, projects
Fresh up out of the projects, mayne
Hangin' with homeys late night on the track
Tryin' to make money so I can go buy me a hip
And a cassette and re-up on my stack
Rollin' so clean in this Chevy thang
Big herringbones on my neck and I'm bail
Comin' straight out of the ghetto with golds in my mouth
From the South and I'm servin' 'em well
Roaches and rats in my livin' room
Runnin' across the front table
Fresh in my Guess and I'm blessed with finesse
And I spend so much cheese 'cause I'm able
Hangin' with homeys that's up to no good
People don't like it when we come around
Some people say we live in sin and they
But they straight just as long as they don't put us down
Hard headed, we never listen to nothin'
Unless it's about makin' cheese
Hangin' with hustlers out on the corner late night
And we chillin' with Black Haven G's
I don't know 'bout you but I'm straight from the projects, mayne
Oh, I'm so buck
Comin' straight out of a place where you bustas is scared to come to
'Cause you might get stuck up
Ballin' up in the mall, mayne
Shoppin' for sets and we lookin' for work
Women are hidin' their bustles and bustles
Are tuckin' they herringbone deep in they shirt
We don't want your valuables
All we want from you is your respect
So where you from, mayne? (Where you from, mayne?)
I'm straight from the
Projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
Ballin' up in the club
With our posse so deep and we finna make noise
On the way to sit down, I heard somebody say
"There go them project boys"
Boned up, fresh, smellin' like Nautica
All of the women be choosin'
Even the women that try to act like they so much
Know they like it when we talk 'bout cruisin'
People don't know that we crazy
We like to get super wild and so buck
"Tear the club up!"
That's what they yellin' and tellin' them bustas what's up
They put us out of the club, mayne
So we headed straight back to the hood
Deep on the creep and we strapped just like that
With them tones in the trunk and we up to no good
Hammers and 'bows on my rabbit a rack
And the system bumpin' so clean and so loud
People keep tellin' me, "T, turn it down"
But I act like I don't hear 'em then I jet out
Back to the projects, mayne, where the kids stay out
'Til two o'clock in the mornin'
Junkies keep callin' 'cause they wanna bop
And I'm closin' up shop 'cause I'm clutchin' up yawnin'
We don't care about nothin'
We just wanna make a fat grip and get wild as we can
Buck as we wanna be, that's what we gonna be
Makin' a plan to take over the land
Ghetto kids on the come up, fool
Straight from the jungle and we in effect
Where you from, mayne? (Where you from, mayne?)
I'm straight from the
Projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
Hangin' out at the Biscayne Ring
Posse so deep and we actin' so wild
Jumpin' on top of the cars as they pass
Actin' intelligent, just in our style
They call us animals but we act worser than that
When we get up on Cloud Number Nine
Pullin' on hoochies and sportin' big Gucci links
'Bows on our necks and we fresh all the time
Ghetto style, we be so wild
Too buck to be in society
The folks wanna hit me but they never get me
'Cause I keep my business so quiet, G
Ballin' up in the Candy Lady
I got the munchies so I'm rackin' up
Cookies and cakes and some gum for my nieces
About seven pizzas and three cups
You know you from the projects, mayne
Don't try to act like you all that good
Just 'cause your mama found her a new job
And y'all move up out of the neighborhood
I'ma keep livin' up in the ghetto
'Cause I make my money servin' fiends on the block
Steppin' up off of the porch gettin' paid
And can't nobody else come and serve at my spot
The police keep ridin' through my neighborhood
'Cause they think we always doin' crime, mayne
But they don't know that we tryin' to make dough
And we really just ain't got the time, mayne
Money is all that we care about
We tryin' to pull this big bank in effect
So where you from, mayne? (Where you from, mayne?)
I'm straight from the
Projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects
The projects, the projects



Writer(s): Jacoby White Copyright: Griffin Ga Finest, Beatstars Publishing Worldwide, Ultra Empire Music (bmi), Payday Empire Music, Firehouse Publishing, Ultra Empire Music



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