[Verse 1] Dawg my project is sweetin But if you ain't from where I'm from, like some dawg don't come or you gettin beatin Yeah we cheatin dog that's automatic We greedy, plus we try'n feed the needy dawg wit all the cabbage Steal from the rich and give to the poor We sell a few drugs, bust a few slugs, and pimp a few hoes Don't let us find a bit in higgity Dawg we turn them into stiggidies With shorties off in riggidies So if you ain't from here or wit my guys Don't even roll thru playa cuz all the traffic gettin minimized Cries for help cuz you got carjacked Niggaz roll for a minute then pass it to the hypes to sell the car back And once she get it, it be stripped down Thugs, they got your system and your dubs and want your crib now Ya'll betta give the hood respect Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
[Chorus] In my projects, my project thick In my projects, everybody cooks bricks In my projects, my projects thick Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique In my projects, my project thick In my projects, everybody cooks bricks In my projects, my projects thick Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
[Verse 2] Now let me tell you bout them kingpins Droppin Y2K Benz on them rims, bringin 15 in They dishin it out, they keep it in circulation They dodgin the Fedz, and suckas is playa hatin They got the whole hood stacked up And now the po's walkin on the showroom floor buyin 'Lac Trucks They stuck in the ghetto by choice But if they go, it's jacuzzis and condos, with a Rolls Royce Now voice your opinion You heard about the 'War On Drugs' now won't you tell me who you think winnin Spendin money by the piles throwin dubs, on the 'burbans with the subs, and they twerkin bumpin Coo Coo Cal And the hood love hoodrats On the bus-stop shakin it like it's hot with some good cat Ya'll betta give the hood respect Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
[Chorus] In my projects, my project thick In my projects, everybody cooks bricks In my projects, my projects thick Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique In my projects, my project thick In my projects, everybody cooks bricks In my projects, my projects thick Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
[Verse 3] Dawg, go on and sum it up between the grind with dimes Crimes and rhymes, ya'll we comin up From sundown to sun-up, ha The block watch, peekin out the attic in case you run up Wit diamonds and furs, he's and her's Shoppin sprees with ease to fill up a 2000 Suburb, ha Dawg my projects got taste, Although the rent ain't nuthin but two-fifty We sportin five thousand dollar drapes Makin it happen, wit snappin to avoid that - anchor Hook me up with plenty tracks to keep a playa rappin So put my city on the map Hook me up wit million dollar vocal cords, I can afford a million on a track You do the addin and subtractin Wastin time just to figure out, without a doubt, that we stackin Ya'll betta give the hood respect Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
[Chorus] In my projects, my project thick In my projects, everybody cooks bricks In my projects, my projects thick Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique In my projects, my project thick In my projects, everybody cooks bricks In my projects, my projects thick Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
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