[Unfinished Lyrics]
[INTRO]
Lil' Sixx in the house..
9-6 b**h..
SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G!
[Sir Mike G]
I'm the n***a that you love to hate
Finna catch me a murder case
Whip that nine to yo dome
Pa** me the herringbone
Straight from Da Underground
With that thunderin' bumpin' sound
Bumpin' on your stereo
Bustaz don't hear me though
b**h, you better ask somebody
Sir Mike G is yo big daddy
Born on Savage Street
North Memphis, Tennessee
Hustlin', stealin', and robbin', and mobbin'
You know I'm livin' dangerously
Later on that day, I k** at the shoppin' center
First of the month, rob them hoes before they pay they rents
A real a** n***a from a ghetto a** neighborhood
Hurst Village, quickly you know I'm gonna claim my hood
When I start comin' up
Makin' hundred mega bucks
12 gauge to they chest, if they try to test my nutz
f**in' with this pimpery
Force me to use artillery
Scoopin' all you hatin' hoes
Make you bustaz drop the dough
s**az don't know how I put the CD[?] deepah
Bustaz don't you know, I'm the Project Creepa..
Straight from da projects, that n***a k**
Bustaz don't you know, I'm the Project Creepa!
Straight from da projects, that n***a k**
SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G!
Project Creepa!
Straight from da projects, that n***a k**
SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G!
Project Creepa!
[Sir Mike G]
Cravin' for that quarter sack
Before I have a heart attack
Project Creepa, creepin' off yo clothesline
Folks runnin' after me, I tell them two yo sh** is mine
If they try to test me, trick
Drop and get yo wig split
Halo tips from 6 tah dawn[?], I know you pigs can't deal with this
Mother f** the Murder Rate
Food stamps, I even take
VCR videotapes, dollarsigns to increase my pay
n***as robbin', stealin', k**in'
Murder eachother black on black
So I grab my mask, stang them a**es to crackerjacks
Them pigs can not phase me
Doctors say I'm crazy
Kickin' in this b**hes door, I k** ya to amaze me [?]
9-chrome Glock aimed at yo muthaf**in' dome
This is a robbery, take me to yo steadstone
Project [?..]
s**az that be [?..]
Nine works like a switch
Overflow these bodies in a ditch
n***as rollin' clean
Comin' mean on a preacha
[?].. time[?] before you lemmas, I'ma getcha..
Straight from...
Straight from da projects, that n***a k**
SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G!
Project Creepa!
Straight from da projects, that n***a k**
SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G!
Project Creepa!
[Sir Mike G]
Known as a murdera
Watch these sins get dirtier
Put you in a sleepa, ma** f**in' murdera
Left you 6 feett deepah[?]
A mother f**in', sychopathic, hard-head lunatic
The police don't know what to do with this
Mistah Sir Mike G, with the shotgun to ya head
If you try to cooperate, I might see ya to the man
No I'm not no pranksta
I'ma real O.G. Gangsta
That's down to be..[?] straight to ya head, G
Hoe ya betta gimi sum, 'fore I leave yo body numb
Loked up, like blah, baby, droppin' these f**in' test[?] slugs
Bullet rush to yo dome, dunk yo a**, bite the dust
Wanted from a murda, and I'm runnin' from the crooked law
A b**h tried to snitch, so I broke a motherf**ing jaw
Buckshots close to 'em, and they runnin' to the preacha
No one can hide from da Project Creepa...
SIR MIKE 'MOTHERfu*kIN' G!
Straight from da projects, that n***a k**..