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letra de project niggas - young buck

(verse- young buck)(prodigy)
the sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha sweets
ki’s of cocaine is all a n-gg- see
and all these n-gg-s be lookin for a lick to hit
’cause it dont look like we leavin these bricks to quit
on them hot summer nights we be servin them whites
on them cold winter days we be shootin ak’s
you aint safe around here or in the yard
its everyman for himself n-gg- livin is hard
you see the cars, the bars, the ghetto super stars
some n-gg-s got money and forgot who they are
we rob, kill, steal, whatever
(“ayo dunn when you gettin out the hood”), never
my people need me, my heart is still here
even tho police be hatin im still here
im standin on this corner till my pockets bigger
im goin to my grave as a project n-gg-

(chorus- young buck/(prodigy))
you can take me out the hood but the hood still in me
a project n-gg- till the lord convict me
(yo we hood n-gg-s, project n-gg-s, everybody know we some ghetto -ss n-gg-s)
you can take me out the hood but the hood still in me
a project n-gg- till the lord convict me
(straight hood n-gg-s, project n-gg-s, yall better know we some ghetto -ss n-gg-s)

(verse- prodigy)
p is a triple threat, vip, the dont
p, b-tch get a look at his arm
we megastars, we got bulletproof cars
and we ridin in them sh-ts, with the guns in the door
baum, is the only thing we smoke
i aint pickin 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 bullsh-t, get you n-gg-s a void
this is our life, we aint got no choice
look we enjoy ourselves in the middle of h-ll
shots poppin n-gg-s might run up on you with and tell
like blow you away, you’ll die with ya gun on ya waist
half -ssed in a bare cold case
n-gg- you aint got strength like the mobb and g-unit
in the ghetto, my n-gg-s rear run up in ya place

(verse- havoc)
gun thru these n-gg-s that stay hatin
blood i can taste it, buck im losin my patience
this rap sh-t, dudes got it f–ked up boy
dont you know we gettin money so we got more toys?
i f–ked ya b-tch, think nuthin of it
got mad drama but we still out clubbin
we still out gunnin, dumpin the mac clips
homie we got this and yall aint have this
baby aint nuthin you know im spittin that crack sh-t
like im still on the block, bunch of police flippin
still in the kitchen cookin, workin that trip beam
have fiends baggin watch them lick the plate clean
do this for my n-gg-s up north from them state greens
bustin them hammers for clippin my sing sing
all my hood n-gg-s dont worry just maintain
you know what it is g-unit’s what i bang

- young buck

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