Projects (feat. Treach & K-Rino)

Once upon a time in the projects, yo

I damn near had to wreck a ho

Once upon a time in the projects, yo

I damn near had to wreck a ho

You gon' see some cocaine, weapons and hookers and mayne

Lurkers who lookin' strange and church clothes and stripper clothes look the same

Bringing up the pain like Clubber Lang, and boys got hustle game

So off the chain they'll sell you a cup of rain

Watch the ones who smilin' at you cuz they'll attack you

Snitches lips flapping like the wings on a pterodactyl

Testicles swollen than bowling balls

Criminals rollin' y'all cuz the penitentiary wall can't hold 'em all

Jackers are problem so you best to be able to spot 'em

Stolen rims off ya ride same day that you got 'em

I like a project woman, champ

Cause Imma fall in love and she finally get 500 hundred a month in stamps

If you ain't got no hood, don't even come near

We can look at yo' tennis shoes and tell that you ain't from here

The present don't compare to my last stunt

If I get mad I'll jump ahead and slap next week into last month