In my project (5x)

[Verse 1]
Dawg my project is sweetin
But if you ain't from where I'm from, like some dawg
 [bad word] or you gettin beatin
Yeah we cheatin dog that's automatic
We greedy, plus we try'n feed the needy dawg wit all the cabbage
Steal from the rich and give to the poor
We sell a few [bad word]  bust a few slugs, and pimp a few hoes
Don't let us find a bit in higgity
Dawg we turn them into stiggidies
With shorties off in riggidies
So if you ain't from here or wit my guys
Don't even roll [bad word] playa cuz all the traffic gettin minimized
Cries for help cuz you got carjacked
Niggaz roll for a minute then pass it to the hypes to sell the car back
And once she get it, it be stripped down
Thugs, they got your system and your dubs and want your crib now
Ya'll betta give the hood respect
Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects

 [bad word] 
In my projects, my project thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
 [bad word] to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
In my projects, my project thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
 [bad word] to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

[Verse 2]
Now let me tell you bout them kingpins
Droppin Y2K Benz on them rims, bringin 15 in
They dishin it out, they keep it in circulation
They dodgin the Fedz, and suckas is playa hatin
They got the whole hood stacked up
And now the po's walkin on the showroom floor buyin 'Lac [bad word] 
They stuck in the ghetto by choice
But if they go, it's jacuzzis and condos, with a Rolls Royce
Now voice your opinion
You heard about the 'War On [bad word] #39;
now won't you tell me who you think winnin
Spendin money by the piles throwin dubs,
on the 'burbans with the subs,
and they twerkin bumpin Coo Coo Cal
And the hood love hoodrats
On the bus-stop shakin it like it's hot with some good cat
Ya'll betta give the hood respect
Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects

 [bad word] 
In my projects, my project thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
 [bad word] to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
In my projects, my project thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
 [bad word] to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

[Verse 3]
Dawg, go on and sum it up between the grind with dimes
Crimes and rhymes, ya'll [bad word] up
From sundown to sun-up, ha
The block watch, peekin out the attic in case [bad word] up
Wit diamonds and furs, he's and her's
Shoppin sprees with ease to fill up a 2000 Suburb, ha
Dawg my projects got taste,
Although the rent ain't nuthin but two-fifty
We sportin five thousand dollar drapes
Makin it happen, wit snappin to avoid that - anchor
Hook me up with plenty tracks to keep a playa rappin
So put my city on the map
Hook me up wit million dollar vocal cords,
I can afford a million on a track
You do the addin and subtractin
Wastin time just to figure out, without a doubt, that we stackin
Ya'll betta give the hood respect
Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects

 [bad word] 
In my projects, my project thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
 [bad word] to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
In my projects, my project thick
In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
In my projects, my projects thick
 [bad word] to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

In my projects (*repeat 5x until end of song*)