Project Niggas Lyrics - Mobb Deep

(Verse- Young Buck)(Prodigy) 

The sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha sweets 

Ki's of cocaine is all a nigga see 

And all these niggas 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 nigga livin is hard 

You see the cars, the bars, the ghetto super stars 

Some niggas 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 nigga 

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(Chorus- Young Buck/(Prodigy)) 

You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me 

A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me 

(Yo we hood niggas, Project Niggas, everybody know we some ghetto ass niggas) 

You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me 

A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me 

(Straight hood niggas, Project Niggas, yall better know we some ghetto ass niggas) 

(Verse- Prodigy) 

P is a triple threat, VIP, the Dont 

P, bitch get a look at his arm 

We megastars, we got bulletproof cars 

And we ridin in them shits, 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 bullshit, get you niggas a void 

This is our life, we aint got no choice 

Look we enjoy ourselves in the middle of hell 

Shots poppin niggas might run up on you with and tell 

Like blow you away, you'll die with ya gun on ya waist 

Half assed in a bare cold case 

Nigga you aint got strength like the Mobb and G-Unit 

In the ghetto, my niggas rear run up in ya place 

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(Chorus- Young Buck/(Prodigy)) 

You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me 

A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me 

(Yo we hood niggas, Project Niggas, everybody know we some ghetto ass niggas) 

You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me 

A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me 

(Straight hood niggas, Project Niggas, yall better know we some ghetto ass niggas) 

(Verse- Havoc) 

Gun thru these niggas that stay hatin 

Blood i can taste it, Buck im losin my patience 

This rap shit, dudes got it f**ked up boy 

Dont you know we gettin money so we got more toys? 

I f**ked ya bitch, 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 shit 

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 niggas up north from them state greens 

Bustin them hammers for clippin my sing sing 

All my hood niggas dont worry just maintain 

You know what it is G-Unit's what i bang 

(Chorus- Young Buck/(Prodigy)) 

You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me 

A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me 

(Yo we hood niggas, Project Niggas, everybody know we some ghetto ass niggas) 

You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me 

A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me 

(Straight hood niggas, Project Niggas, yall better know we some ghetto ass niggas)