Cohiba Season - Projects lyrics

[Verse 1: Cohiba Season] Went from brick city New Jerz to homicidal CT Gun waving New Haven Up to bean town with my Haitians Back to Bx where my pops at Four train they clip cops at Miami with more zoes Jits tucking them four-fo's Don't sign papers won't make statements not looking at no photos North co*k it back where them bloods at Bust down to them dub sacks Then sell those Quarter piece become elbows I ain't gotta look hood just to be hood n***a So what's good n***a? [*laugh*] [Chorus] Went from project to project Project to project I went from project to project, working on a project To get my a** up out them projects [Yea] Project to project I went from project to project I went from project to project, working on a project To get my a** up out them projects [Verse 2: Cohiba Season] Yea, I ain't ever have to claim a gang Still out getting to it like money ain't a thang Real recognize real, I ain't saying we the same But it's rules to this game, no matter the terrain Everybody gotta eat [Little n***as riding in the street] Can't scrap so he's strapped with the heat Eight ball in his sneak Vamp life can't get no sleep Why you think we cut throat in the east Youngin' in the same clothes for a week [But he getting it] Pyrex vision, when he whipping it f**ing up the dishes in the kitchen But he getting to the chicken So it's worth hearing the b**hing [f** it] I'm gonna get that dough I'm gonna flip that snow just to get back mo' I'll let the big mac blow Said he want beef so, I'ma let his b**h a** go [In the projects] [Outro] Project to project, working on a project To get my a** up out them projects