The Projects Lyrics

The Projects lyrics

[Raekwon chattin with Shy]

 "Peace God"

 "Peace to the Gods"

 "How you God?"

 "Studyin one-twenty right now"

 "Mmmm"

 "Call me back at the God Hour"

 

 [Raekwon the Chef]

 The Fuck?      

 It's just the new way of thinkin

 Light up the broccoli kid

 Throw the relish in my back pocket

 Keep your eyes open

 Push your seat back, just flow...

 That's how we doin it

 

 Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec

 Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet

 Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project

 Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal

 Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts

 Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo

 When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable

 Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem

 Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket

 Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment

 Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted

 Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it?

 

 [God] Projects

 [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target

 [God] Projects

 [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's

 [God] Projects

 [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin

 [God] New York projects

 [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin

 

 [Method Man]

 Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind

 Behind every fortune there's a crime

 This technique is tech-9

 Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind

 This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary

 Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry

 Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me

 Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney 

 Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper

 Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper 

 Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector 

 Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow 

 Double oh-seven mark

 The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment

 Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous 

 Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes

 

 [God] Projects

 [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target

 [God] Projects

 [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's

 [God] Projects

 [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin

 [God] Projects

 [Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin

 

 [Ghostface Killah]

 Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob

 I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs

 Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe

 Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three

 Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in

 Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit

 Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin

 Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit

 Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's

 TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly

 Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger

 All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine

 Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God

 Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage

 Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house

 Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit

 You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns

 Plus beef I hone, the condom broke

 Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones