[Intro:]
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Uh. Slow the music down just a tad
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[Nas:] "The projects"
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[Flava Flav:] "Bwoyyyy"
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Uh. Yeah. That sound good right there
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Joell Ortiz. Yaowa! Premier what up man? Uh
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"The projects"
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[Verse 1:]
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God damn it, I done did it again
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I swear them cameras flash every time I pick up a pen
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What y'all spit sugar coated, I be spittin' that phlegm
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Cause where I come from, little dudes got guns bigger than them
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And crack heads smoke anything that fit in that stem
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And little girls do grown men just to sit in that Benz
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I'm from the projects boy (what)
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I'm from the projects boy (what)
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If you're not from there listen close I drop some knowledge boy
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Night, time you hear thunder from the hottest toy
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If you upstairs you sayin' prayers hopin' it's not your boy
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With police around, it ain't just to lock you up (naw)
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They hope somethin' look like a gun so they can pop you up
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See me, I play it smooth like a hockey puck
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If I ain't writin', I'm in the room with a stocky slut
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It ain't friendly outside
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Cause like 'rybody po' for that doe you can go
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Let me let 'rybody know this
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[Chorus: scratch]
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"Now this here is for the projects"
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[Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!"
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"Now this here is for the projects"
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[Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not"
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[Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap"
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[Royce Da 5'9":] "That's all you got"
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[Verse 2:]
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See where I come from
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Motherfuckers get home from up top
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And the kids they used to send to the store own the spot
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And them young boys don't give a what if you old or not
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You talk that "listen shorty" shit and he will roast your knot
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While you was gone, he got it on and moved that dope and rock
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But before them roosters cock-a-doodle-do he post the block
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Yeah that's a projects boy (what)
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Yeah that's a projects boy (what)
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If you ain't from here listen close I'll drop some knowledge boy
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Snitchin'?
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We don't allow that
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Man, you tell and you dead
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The repercussion be disgustin'
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Put Joell in the Fed
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Somebody clothes and shottie smoke till their melon is red
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In the streets my name hold weight like elephant legs
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I'm a projects boy
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Crooper's P's be here
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They let me in and now it's locked like pezzy hair
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Oh you don't get it?
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Let's please be clear
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It's like I went celibate
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Cause ain't nobody fuckin' with Ortiz this year
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[Chorus: scratch]
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"Now this here is for the projects"
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[Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!"
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"Now this here is for the projects"
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[Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not"
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[Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap"
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[Royce Da 5'9":] "That's all you got"
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[Verse 3:]
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Man, I love where I'm from
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You can call it the hood
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Call it the ghetto, call it the gutter, call it the slum
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I'm callin' it home
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That's where I roamed all my life
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This trouble is all I know so that's all I write (listen)
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My family my friends, we are not all alright (nope)
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So when I pick up this mic, I rhyme with all of my might
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I'm from the projects boy (what)
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I'm from the projects boy (what)
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If you ain't from there, listen close, I'll drop some knowledge boy
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See I ain't got to listen close
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You make a lot of noise
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I hear your whole conversation
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Every word
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The project walls thinner than my Blackberry Curve
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When I was young my moms and pops got on my every nerve
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With all that arguin'
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Until that check hit
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And them food stamps held them down like a tec clip
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Then daddy made an exit
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Mommy couldn't accept it
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In and out the crib for that next hit
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That project shit nigga
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[Chorus: scratch]
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"Now this here is for the projects"
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[Flava Flav:] "Bwoy!"
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"Now this here is for the projects"
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[Royce Da 5'9":] "It's wrong or not"
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[Royce Da 5'9":] "This is rap"
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[Royce Da 5'9":] "That's all you got"
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Project Boy
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Joell Ortiz |