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the projects - gangsta pat lyrics

the projects lyrics
[intro: gangsta pat]
projects

[verse: 1: gangsta pat]
fresh up out of the projects, mane
hangin’ with homies that got on a track
tryna make money so i can go buy me a [?] casette, and re*up on my stack
rollin’ so clean in the chevy thang
we carry rolls on my neck, and i’m bailed
comin’ straight out of the ghetto with golds in my mouth from the south, and i’m servin’ ’em well
roaches and racks in my living room
runnin’ across the front table
fresh in my gangsta, i’m back and finnessin’, i spent so much sh*t, ’cause i’m able
hangin’ with homies that’s up to no good
people don’t like it when we come around
some people say we leave [?], but they straight
just as long as they don’t put us down
hard*headed
we never listen to nothin’ unless it’s about makin’ cheese
hangin’ with hustlers out on the corner, late night, and we chillin’ with black hood and jeans
i don’t know ’bout you, but i’m straight from the projects, mane
oh, i’m so buck
comin’ straight out of a place where you bustas are scared to come to, ’cause you might get stuck up
ballin’ up in the, mane, shoppin’ for sets and we lookin’ for work
women are hiding their purses
and bustas, they tuckin’ their herringbone deep in their shirt
we don’t want your valuables, all we want from you is yo respect
so where you from, mane?
where you from, mane?
i’m straight from the *
[hook: gangsta pat]
projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects

[verse 2: gangsta pat]
ballin’ up in the club with a posse so deep and we finna make noise
don’t know where to sit down
i heard somebody say “there go the project boys”
boned up, fresh, smellin’ like nautica
all of the women be choosin’
even the women that try to act like they’re so much
no, they like it when we come back through
the people don’t know that we crazy
we like to get super wild and so buck
“tear da club up!”
that’s what they yellin’, i’m tellin’ a busta “what’s up?”
they pulled us out of the club, mane
so, we headed straight back to the hub
people on creep, and we strapped just like jack
when them tones in the truck, and we up to no good
hammers and bowls on my ride
but i’m rackin’ the system, bumpin’ so clean and so loud
people keep tellin’ me to turn it down
but i act like i don’t hear ’em, then i jet out
back to the projects, mane
where the kids stay after 2 o’clock in the mornin’
junkies keep comin’, ’cause they wanna bump
and i’m closed, and i’m tired, ’cause i’m stretchin’, i’m yawnin’
we don’t care about nothin’
we just wanna make a bank grip and get wild as we can
buck as we wanna be, that’s what we gonna be
makin’ a plan to take over the land
ghetto boys on the come*up, fool
straight from the jungle, and we in effect
where you from, mane?
where you from, mane?
i’m straight from the *
[hook: gangsta pat]
projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects

[verse 3: gangsta pat]
hangin’ out up at the skatin’ rink
posse so deep and we actin’ so wild
jumpin’ on top of the cars as they pass
actin’ intelligent, just on our style
they call us down and bust, but we act worser than that
when we get up, i climb number nine
ballin’ on hoochies, and sportin’ be guccily
rolls on my neck, so we fresh all the time
ghetto style, ruthless and wild
two bustas be in society
the busta wanna hear me, but they never get me
’cause i keep my business so quiet, g
ballin’ up in the candylady
i got the munchies, so i’m rackin’ up
cookies and cases, i’m dropped on my knees, and i’m bouncin’ up
riches and freeze cups
you know you from the projects, mane
don’t try to act like you all that good
just ’cause your mama found her a new job
and y’all move up out of the neighborhood
i’ma keep livin’ up in the ghetto
’cause i make my money servin’ fiends on the block
steppin’ up off of the porch, gettin’ paid, and can’t n0body else come and serve in my spot
the police keep ridin’ through my neighborhood
’cause they think we always doin’ crime, mane
but they don’t know that we tryna make dough
and we really just ain’t got the time, mane
money is all that we care about
we tryna put this b*tch back in effect
so where you from, mane?
where you from, mane?
i’m straight from the *
[hook: gangsta pat]
projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects
the projects, the projects

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