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YOUNG BUCK : Project N***** (feat. Mobb Deep) lyrics

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YOUNG BUCK lyrics : "Project N***** (feat. Mobb Deep)"


[Verse 1: Young Buck]
The sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha sweets

Keys of cocaine is all a ^!$$% see (K'Yeah!)
And all these ^!$$%s be


Lookin' for a lick to hit
'Cause it don't look like we leavin' these bricks to quit (Nah!)
On them hot summer nights

We servin' the white
On them cold winter days
We be shootin' AKs

You ain't safe 'round homie, you on the yard
It's everyman for himself ^!$$%, livin' is hard (Git moneyy!)
You see the cars, the broads, the ghetto superstars

Some ^!$$%s got money and forgot who they are ((*##$!)
We rob, kill, steal, whatever
(Hey yo Don, when you gettin' out the hood?)

Never
My people need me, my heart is still here
And even though police be hatin' I'm still here (Still here!)

I'm standin' on this corner 'till my pockets bigger
I'm goin' to my grave as a Project ^!$$%


[Chorus: Young Buck, (Prodigy)]
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A Project ^!$$% 'till The Lord come get me

(Yo we hood ^!$$%s, project ^!$$%s, everybody know we some ghetto $$# ^!$$%s)
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A Project ^!$$% 'till The Lord come get me

(Straight hood ^!$$%s, project ^!$$%s, y'all better know we some ghetto $$#
^!$$%s)


[Verse 2: Prodigy]
P is a triple threat VIP, Tha Don
P., (*##$ get a look at his arms

We mega stars
We got bullet-proof cars
And we ridin' in them %#@!s, with the guns in the trunk

Balm, is the only thing we smoke
I ain't picked a 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 bull%#@!, that you ^!$$%s avoid
This is our life, we ain't got no choice

But we enjoy ourselves in the middle of hell
Shots poppin', ^!$$%s might run up on you with a...
And blow you away you'll die with your gun on your waist

That fast it'd be a cold case
^!$$% you ain't got strength like The Mobb and G-Unit
In the ghetto, my ^!$$%s will run up in ya place


[Chorus: Young Buck, (Prodigy)]
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me

A Project ^!$$% 'till The Lord come get me
(Yo we hood ^!$$%s, project ^!$$%s, everybody know we some ghetto $$# ^!$$%s)
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me

A Project ^!$$% 'till The Lord come get me
(Straight hood ^!$$%s, project ^!$$%s, y'all better know we some ghetto $$#
^!$$%s)


[Verse 3: Havoc]
Hey yo

The bull%#@! I go through these ^!$$%s that stay hatin'
Your blood I can taste it
Buck i'm losin' my patience

And $#&@ this rap %#@!, dudes got it $#&@ed up boy
Don't you know we gettin' money so we got more toys?
I $#&@ed your (*##$ and think nothin' off it

Got mad drama but we still out clubbin'
We still out gunnin', dumpin' them Mac clips
Homie we got this, and y'all ain't have this

Baby ain't nothin', you know I'm spittin' that crack %#@!
Like I'm still on the block, picture police flippin'
Like I'm still in the kitchen cookin', workin' that Trip Beam

Have fiends baggin', watch them lick the plate clean
Do this for my ^!$$%s up North in them State Greens
Bustin' them hammers from Clinton to Sing-Sing
All my hood ^!$$%s don't worry just maintain
You know what it is, G-Unit what I bang


[Chorus: Young Buck, (Prodigy)]
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A Project ^!$$% 'till The Lord come get me
(Yo we hood ^!$$%s, project ^!$$%s, everybody know we some ghetto $$# ^!$$%s)

You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A Project ^!$$% 'till The Lord come get me
(Straight hood ^!$$%s, project ^!$$%s, y'all better know we some ghetto $$#
^!$$%s)

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