[Hook]
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In my project [5x]
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[Verse 1]
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Dawg my project is sweetin
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But if you ain't from where I'm from, like some dawg
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don't come or you gettin beatin
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Yeah we cheatin dog that's automatic
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We greedy, plus we try'n beat the needy dawg wit all the Cadillacs
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Steal from the rich and give to the poor
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We sell a few drugs, bust a few slugs, and pimp a few hoes
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Don't let us find a bit in higgity
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Dawg we turn them into stiggidies
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With shorties off in riggidies
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So if you ain't from here or wit my guys
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Don't even roll thru playa cuz all the traffic gettin minimized
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Cries for help cuz you got carjacked
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Niggaz roll for a minute then pass it to the hypes to sell the car back
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And once she get it, it be stripped down
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Thugs, they got your system and your dubs and want your crib now
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Ya'll betta give the hood respect
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Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
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[Chorus]
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In my projects, my project thick
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In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
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In my projects, my projects thick
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Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
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In my projects, my project thick
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In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
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In my projects, my projects thick
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Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
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[Verse 2]
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Now let me tell you bout them kingpins
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Droppin Y2K Benz on them rims, bringin 15 in
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They dishin it out, they keep it in circulation
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They dodgin the Fedz, and suckas is playa hatin
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They got the whole hood stacked up
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And now the po's walkin on the showroom floor buyin 'Lac Trucks
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They stuck in the ghetto by choice
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But if they go, it's jacuzzis and condos, where's the Rolls Royce
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Now voice your opinion
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You heard about the 'War On Drugs'
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now won't you tell me who you think winnin
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Spendin money by the pounds flowin' dubs,
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on the 'Burbans with the subs,
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and they twerkin bumpin Coo Coo Cal
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And the hood love hoodrats
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On the bus-stop shakin it like it's hot with some good cat
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Ya'll betta give the hood respect
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Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
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[Chorus]
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In my projects, my project thick
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In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
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In my projects, my projects thick
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Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
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In my projects, my project thick
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In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
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In my projects, my projects thick
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Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
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[Verse 3]
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Dawg, go on and sum it up between the grind with dimes
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Crimes and rhymes, ya'll we comin up
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From sundown to sun-up, ha
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The block watch, peekin out the attic in case you run up
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Wit diamonds and furs, he's and her's
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Shoppin sprees with ease to fill up a 2000 Suburb, ha
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Dawg my projects got taste,
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all that ring ain't nuthin but two-fifty
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We sportin five thousand dollar drapes
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Makin it happen, wit snappin to avoid that - anchor
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Hook me up with plenty tracks to keep a playa rappin
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So put my city on the map
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Hook me up wit million dollar vocal cords,
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I can afford a million on a track
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You do the addin and subtractin
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Wastin time just to figure out, without a doubt, that we stackin
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Ya'll betta give the hood respect
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Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
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[Chorus]
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In my projects, my project thick
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In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
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In my projects, my projects thick
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Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
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In my projects, my project thick
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In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
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In my projects, my projects thick
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Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
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In my projects [*repeat 5x until end of song*]
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My Projects
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| Coo Coo Cal |
