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letra de es tales - jay rock

[intro]
back in the projects
back in the projects
i lost it all
now i’m back in the projects

[bridge]
big shots, hardcore drugs
everything crooked, what you thought this was?
steam pot, turned powder into rock
play go sour, that’s how you get got
oooh sh-t, got it popping into bricks
part of playing cool, now it’s time to get rich
keep in mind, never walk around block

[sampled girl]
i can’t get all of you in it

[verse 1]
all that back and forth gets me hot sometimes
wanna see somebody get locked up, just box one-time, sh-t
catch a fade, catch a fade, it ain’t nothin’
get your head up, at the gym, bring your knuckles
look, i’m deep inside the projects where its bracken at
you know the zip
where we take a quarter piece
flip it, tell the corner lit
a1 yola, that fresh over the border sh-t
shoot outs and abortions, situations so unfortunate
i knew a n-gg-, doing double digits, bust the head wide
for another n-gg-, who’s scared to rep his set right
now in solitary doing push ups by his bedside
all you want is a green dot, this homie keeping himself fly
don’t come around without your p-ss n-gg-s on they tip
zero tolerance on n-gg-s money, n-gg-s want they sh-t
don’t start nothing without your blood, that’s a one way trip
six feet under real life that’s all gunplay is
that is that hood sh-t
when young n-gg-s on that misunderstood sh-t
jumping out of smoking rentals, k’s with the wood grips
b-tches for them bank statements and coming here to full split
don’t you know no good, don’t you know no good b-tch?

[chorus]
don’t you know no good, don’t you know no good b-tch?
don’t you know no good, don’t you know no good b-tch?
don’t you know no good, don’t you know no good b-tch?
don’t you know no good, don’t you know no good b-tch?

i can’t get all of you in it

[verse 2]
n-gg-s jaw-jacking, they ain’t on that hood sh-t
b-tch we ’bout that action, on that wish you would sh-t
all red flags, swag on ten
we ain’t in the club, we can’t get our goods in
so we in the hood, let you wasters look grim
one time circling for colors of your skin
black lives matter out here, no way
cops get promotions while the family gotta pray
it’s f–ked up
can’t explain babies all in a dump truck
it’s all about that money mane, miss me with that trump stuff
tryna make a dollar outta fifteen, don’t get f–ked up
you’re shaking the bag, get a buck then you lucked up
you faking, you mad, you got a issue, you get f–ked up
get laid on yo’ -ss, you feeling bad your blunt’s crushed up
we in the set, just bickin’ it like the cosbys
tryna get dope, live happy days like chachi
if you get a call from papi that’s like jesus calling
all you do is execute, next ten seasons ballin’
you can get the world, stay loyal, why you even trip?
don’t you know no good, don’t you know no good b-tch?

i can’t get all of you in it

- jay rock

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