Mobb Deep - Project n***as lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Buck] Tha sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha-sweets Keys of co-caine is all a n***a see (K'Yeah!) And all these n***as be lookin' fo' a lick to hit Cause it don't look like we livin' these bricks to quit (Nah!) On dem hot summa nites we be servin' the white (Aiight!) On dem cold winta days we be shootin' A.K's You ain't safe 'round homie, you on the yard It's everyman fo' himself n***a, livin' is hard (Git moneyy!) You see the cars, the brauds, the ghetto super stars Some n***as got money and fo'got who they are (b**h!) We rob, k**, steal, whateva (Aye yo Dun, when ya gittin' out the hood?) - Neva!! My people need me, my heart is still here And even tho 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 n***a [Hook: Young Buck w/ Prodigy] You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me A Project n***a 'till Tha Lord come git me (Yo we hood n***as, project n***as, everybody know we some ghetto a** n***as) You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me A Project n***a 'till Tha Lord come git me (Straight hood n***as, project n***as, y'all betta know we some ghetto a** n***as) [Verse 2: Prodigy] Triple threat, VIP, Tha Don P., b**h git a look at his arms We megastars, we got bullet-proof cars And we ridin' in dem sh**s, wit' the guns in the trunk The bomb is the only thang we smoke I ain't pick a seed out my weed since '94 In New York, Tha Projects is where we feel safe Surrounded by the others like us, we embrace All the bullsh**, git you n***as a void This is our life, we ain't got no choice We enjoy ourselves in the middle of hell Shots poppin', n***as might run up on you with a twelve Blow you away, you'll die witcha gun on ya waist That fast it will be a cold case n***a you ain't got strength like Tha Mobb and G-Unit In the ghetto, my n***as we'll run up in ya place [Hook] [Verse 3: Havoc] Aye yo Tha thangs that I go thru, these n***as, they stay hatin' They blood, I can taste it, Buck I'm losin' my patience And f** this rap sh**, dudes got it f**ed up boi Don't ya know we gittin' money so we got more toys? I f**ed ya b**h and think nuthin' of it, and I Got mad drama but we still out clubbin' We still out gunnin', dumpin' mad clips Homie we got this, and y'all ain't have this Baby ain't nuthin', you know I'm spittin' that crack sh** 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 dem lick the plate clean Do this fo' my n***as up North from dem State Greens Bustin' dem hammers fo' clippin' in the sing-sing All my hood n***as don't worry just maintain You know whudd it is, G-Unit what I bang [Hook]