[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Tha sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha-sweets
Ki's of co-caine is all a [bad word] see (K'Yeah!)
And all these niggas be lookin' fo' a lick to hit
'Cause it don't look like we livin' these bricks to quit (Nah!)
On dem hot summa nites we be servin' the white (Aiight!)
On dem cold winta days we be shootin' A.K's
You ain't safe 'round homie, you on the yard
It's everyman fo' himself [bad word]  livin' is hard (Git moneyy!)
You see the cars, the brauds, the ghetto super stars
Some niggas got money and fo'got who they are  [bad word] #33;)
We rob, kill, steal, whateva
(Aye yo Donn, when ya gittin' out the hood?) - Neva!!
My people need me, my heart is still here
And even tho police be hatin' I'm still here (Still here!)
I'm standin' on this corner 'till my pockets bigger
I'm goin' to my grave as a Project [bad word] 

 [bad word]  Young Buck w/ Prodigy]
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
Project [bad word] 'till Tha [bad word] git me
(Yo we hood niggas, project niggas, everybody know we some ghetto [bad word] niggas)
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
Project [bad word] 'till Tha [bad word] git me
(Straight hood niggas, project niggas, y'all betta know we some ghetto [bad word] niggas)

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Triple threat, VIP, Tha Don
P., [bad word] git a look at his arms
We megastars, we got bullet-proof cars
And we ridin' in dem [bad word]  wit' the guns in the [bad word] 
Dome, is the only thang we smoke
I ain't pickin' seed out my weed since 9-4
In New York, Tha Projects is where we feel safe
Surrounded by the others like us, we embrace
All the [bad word]  git you niggas a void
This is our life, we ain't got no choice
We enjoy ourselves in the middle of [bad word] 
Shots poppin', niggas [bad word] up on you wit' and tell
Blow you away, you'll die witcha gun on ya waist
Half assed in a bare cold case
 [bad word] you ain't got strength like Tha Mobb and G-Unit
In the ghetto, my niggas [bad word] up in ya place

 [bad word] 

[Verse 3: Havoc]
Aye yo
Tha thangs that I go [bad word]  these niggas, they stay hatin'
They blood, I can taste it, Buck I'm losin' my patience
And [bad word] this rap [bad word]  dudes got it [bad word] up boi
Don't ya know we gittin' money so we got more toys?
I [bad word] ya [bad word] and think nuthin' of it, and I
Got mad drama but we still out clubbin'
We still out gunnin', dumpin' mad clips
Homie we got this, and y'all ain't have this
Baby ain't nuthin', you know I'm spittin' that crack [bad word] 
Like I'm still on the block, picture police flippin'
Like I'm still in the kitchen cookin', workin' that Trip Beam
Have fiends baggin', watch dem lick the plate clean
Do this fo' my niggas up North from dem State Greens
Bustin' dem hammers fo' clippin' in the sing-sing
All my hood niggas don't worry just maintain
You know whudd it is, G-Unit what I bang