Method Man - The Projects lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon (Shyheim)] Peace God (Peace to the gods) How you God? (Studying 120 right now Call me back at the God Hour) The f**? It's just the new way of thinking 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 doing it [Verse 1: Raekwon] Bound by honest sword take over the set, rap from here to Quebec Throw up the TEC, 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 n***as fertilize thoughts Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo One nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable Asking my man'll get you slapped down, play the anthem Lit it who with it champagne get it, that's the ticket Solid nines sounding like crickets snatching worker shipment Pull her hair, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted Just like a long sleeve, guess who ripped it? [Chorus: U-God (Raekwon)] Projects (My n***as survive, just like a movin' target) Projects (Where n***as live and some sell garbage that's) Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging) New York projects (I'm living large yo, stop miraging) [Verse 2: Method Man] Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind Behind every fortune there's a crime This technique is TEC-9 Blast at any close encounter of the third kind This be the evil that man do, we dismantle any adversary Them n***as all thumbs and can't handle my flurry Hear me, you jam on, you want to scare me Don't even kid me, sh** in my coat aiming at your kidney Pressure, red hot like chilli pepper Black 'n Decker hardware avoid the leper Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector Bet your bottom dollar lecture be hard to swallow 007 mark the secret agent That macks well and gets smart through entertainment Welcome to the k**ing fields with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger boogie n***as going through changes [Chorus: U-God (Raekwon)] Projects (My n***as survive, just like a movin target) Projects (Where n***as live and some sell garbage that's) Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging) New York projects (I'm living large yo, stop miraging) [Verse 3: Ghostface k**ah] s** my dick, it's the kid with the fat knob I bust all into your face, plus it come in globs Quick get on your knees, with your sweet p**y, let it breathe Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three Your pink lips, spreaded and sh**, let me throw my dick in Grab my sh** and place it gently on your clit Ping-pong p**y, wide world the womb Titties sagging, stomach on some shriveled up prune sh** Too much air in your p**y, you screaming that it's talking you daddy Fart's breathing out your lips, splashing my dick badly Use vinegar to try to tighten up your ginger Almighty dick ran in with a cape, some call him engine Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attached to God Thick like a Great Adventure cigar, in your garage Pregnant p**y have you fall out, like Remy on the house Watch the teeth for sobbing my sh**, you bit it on the couch Dry p**y leave the friction burns, plus beef I hone The condom broke, b**h you got AIDS I'm shaking in my bones