on my project Know that everyday I live for my project I'm working hard on my project I'm living, I am living, living for my Project ! Project ! Project ! Project ! Project
Scare to take a nap It's a trap a long maze Dreamin' of gettin' stacks Makin' scratch the wrong way What the song say We murder motherfuckers daily Black
Movement We grip the pleasure from small things Not from a Lex nor diamond rings I just wanna crib in they studios set Build my enterprise connection projects
then, I take it as a gem That's able to raise Boyz II Men A thousand, young black kids from out the housing projects, ready to catch wreck, Ticallion
the green bags Visualizing Chef in the green Jag's Wait til I get on, the haters gonna hate it In this corner, a rich young don with a crisp lab [Marlena
avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
me Have her man like who's, he Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse Sometimes showbiz is the worst
a large bed filled with holage Just do the knowledge, remind them Sit down, their palms are red, I'm the Mystic Black finger nails, blue lipstick Who
for war I'm not a player hater but I gotta settle the score These niggas don't wanna see me in so they talk through they nose They tryin to hold a nigga
projects where junkies and rock heads dwell Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of
de societe parallele, On a le vent dans le dos pret a voler de nos propres ailes Chez moi y'a pas de trou , pas... Non y'a pas de place pour tout ca
Invasion, U.S.A., spittin rounds If these shells hit the battleground, pave the way for birth of a Generation, X Spoken with a project dialect, bomb threat
Leave the same way I came, bringin motherfuckin pain [Streetlife] Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a
the sharp scaple technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip I smoke the honey dip blunts cherry bomb very calm First bursts like a shot
school Fat punks preachin calories I'm on a money mission gettin bread Chucky Juicy gay it's plain to see A real life image chickenhead Juicy you a snitch
replaced with a metal plate Irate, get snatched to a better place Let the detached decorate with the yellow tape Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake In Brazil with a
Don't panic, take one more hit off the oxygen mask Calmly put your hands between your legs And kiss your black ass goodbye!! I'm swift like a motherfuckin
