street, like a block from the projects HP some more blocks from some other projects Tally meter so we not by the projects Now look at me, getting ass for my projects
that love?) [POS:] Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth
I'm twenty-one By by then them hoods woulda pushed their way in our apartment And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects Watchin
grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick, illin and root for the villian, huh Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly
I have mastered The Art of Rhyming now I am so bored I seen a mushroom to the north, from a porch It was odd, every dog in the neighborhood barked 'Cause
so crazy!" .. "There's no love to be found" [Cappadonna] Cappa' slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big heat ruffle inside the bubblegoose It's the Odd
amazon Project apartments, turn to pentagons My sixteen bars, they study in synagogues Made her shuffle tarot cards, and search for other Gods It's odd
you on my squad I see the pain and facade Even numbers need odd [Verse 3:] My joy is yours let's date I like you and think your great Live love and just