Young Buck - Project n***as lyrics

(Verse- Young Buck)(Prodigy) The sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha sweets Ki's of c**aine is all a n***a see And all these n***as be lookin for a lick to hit 'cause it dont look like we leavin these bricks to quit On them hot summer nights we be servin them whites On them cold winter days we be shootin AK's You aint safe around here or in the yard Its everyman for himself n***a livin is hard You see the cars, the bars, the ghetto super stars Some n***as got money and forgot who they are We rob, k**, steal, whatever ("Ayo dunn when you gettin out the hood"), Never My people need me, my heart is still here Even tho police be hatin im still here Im standin on this corner till my pockets bigger Im goin to my grave as a project n***a (Chorus- Young Buck/(Prodigy)) You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me A Project n***a till the Lord convict me (Yo we hood n***as, Project n***as, everybody know we some ghetto a** n***as) You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me A Project n***a till the Lord convict me (Straight hood n***as, Project n***as, yall better know we some ghetto a** n***as) (Verse- Prodigy) P is a triple threat, VIP, the Dont P, b**h get a look at his arm We megastars, we got bulletproof cars And we ridin in them sh**s, with the guns in the door Baum, is the only thing we smoke I aint pickin seed out my weed since '94 In New York, the projects is where we feel safe Surrounded by the others like us, we embrace All the bullsh**, get you n***as a void This is our life, we aint got no choice Look we enjoy ourselves in the middle of hell Shots poppin n***as might run up on you with and tell Like blow you away, you'll die with ya gun on ya waist Half a**ed in a bare cold case n***a you aint got strength like the Mobb and G-Unit In the ghetto, my n***as rear run up in ya place (Chorus- Young Buck/(Prodigy)) You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me A Project n***a till the Lord convict me (Yo we hood n***as, Project n***as, everybody know we some ghetto a** n***as) You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me A Project n***a till the Lord convict me (Straight hood n***as, Project n***as, yall better know we some ghetto a** n***as) (Verse- Havoc) Gun thru these n***as that stay hatin Blood i can taste it, Buck im losin my patience This rap sh**, dudes got it f**ked up boy Dont you know we gettin money so we got more toys? I f**ked ya b**h, think nuthin of it Got mad drama but we still out clubbin We still out gunnin, dumpin the Mac clips Homie we got this and yall aint have this Baby aint nuthin you know im spittin that crack sh** Like im still on the block, bunch of police flippin Still in the kitchen cookin, workin that Trip Beam Have fiends baggin watch them lick the plate clean Do this for my n***as up north from them state greens Bustin them hammers for clippin my sing sing All my hood n***as dont worry just maintain You know what it is G-Unit's what i bang (Chorus- Young Buck/(Prodigy)) You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me A Project n***a till the Lord convict me (Yo we hood n***as, Project n***as, everybody know we some ghetto a** n***as) You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me A Project n***a till the Lord convict me (Straight hood n***as, Project n***as, yall better know we some ghetto a** n***as)