Termanology - Project Leaders lyrics

[Intro: Trife Diesel] For all my goons man, Trife Diesel AKA the Project Pope, You know why... [Trife Diesel] n***as around my way call me the Project Pope Cause I always rep my hood and gave the projects hope I used to stand on the block sling'n project soap Laugh'n on the b**hes snap'n, Telling project jokes The Ds rush, n***as scatter like a project roach Whoever got caught got thrown in a project yoke At fifteen me and my team took a project oath T.M.F., Who rep Stapleton projects the most This one's for all my bloods and my project locs Mixing in the kitchen, Playing the Pyrex close f** a yacht, Staten Ferry was the project boat Up town back and forth cop'n that project coke I met Ghost in a park blowing on project smoke He told me Trife live your life, Don't leave these projects broke Will I ever leave these projects, Nope I put it on the line so now the fans is listening to project soaps Thanksgiving no turkey, No project roast Winter time when it was cold we shared our project coats Four finger ring blinging with my project rope Play with my bread and get burnt like some project toast [Chorus: Trife Diesel] We some democratic project leaders Fame magazine Don, Diva, Profile readers Who keep dope in a vice like Condoleezza All you non-believers blowing trial In these gold dash streets, Here's your subpoena We some democratic project leaders Ex-Divas, Tech squeezers Staying above water like jet-skiers School dropout, Felons who copped out, Under achievers No matter the outcome we prepare for our next leader [Freeway] Trife pa** the mic right to Freezer, The track eater Big rock fiend pleaser, Way before Roc-A-Fella Bag'n have a brick in the basement, Crack slinger Blaze'n every track replacing your favorite rap singer So to bang at forty Smith you know I got the Nina That's right my man lost his life around the corner from the steamer On German Town Ave., So we wear the vest-es when we come around Never put the burners down either Far from a project leader, Feeling different Bunch of little blocks where n***as sell rocks and smoke reefer It's so evil, You can war with a n***a two blocks down Tote Glock four pounds, But you know you gone see em Squeeze on em and leave em, Watch the cops come round Motherf**ers pointing fingers, Jakes serving subpoenas He hit your man who hit him, Now you even But now the law is hunting you, Where do you go to now, Uhh [Chorus] [Termanology] My Momma from the projects like Project Pat So yeah n***a I know where the projects at The Beacons, The Bradfords, Yeah we live by that The Ess**s, The Hanco*k Stadium and all of that Them the projects in the six mile radius in my hood Jam packed with illegal aliens, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans Black and white, Like Pac said they all smoke'n crack tonight And this is where I live so this is what I love A project roach on my project rug A project hoe from a project club Smoke'n project dope from a project thug My man Trife hit my on the celly and he said I got this project if you wanna get it in The beats on knock and the concept is How you rep your hood and I rep Stapleton, I'm in [Chorus]