Project Boy

Uh. Slow the music down just a tad

"The projects"

"Bwoyyyy"

Uh. Teah. That sound good right there

Joell Ortiz? Uaowa! Premier what up man? Uh

"The projects"

God damn it, I done did it again

I swear them cameras flash every time I pick up a pen

What y'all spit sugar coated, I be spittin' that phlegm

Cause where I come from, little dudes got guns bigger than them

And crack heads smoke anything that fit in that stem

And little girls do grown men just to sit in that Benz

I'm from the projects boy (what)

I'm from the projects boy (what)

If you're not from there listen close I drop some knowledge boy

Night, time you hear thunder from the hottest toy

If you upstairs you sayin' prayers hopin' it's not your boy

With police around, it ain't just to lock you up (naw)

They hope somethin' look like a gun so they can pop you up

See me, I play it smooth like a hockey puck

If I ain't writin', I'm in the room with a stocky slut

It ain't friendly outside

Cause like 'rybody po' for that doe you can go

Let me let 'rybody know this

"Now this here is for the projects"

"Bwoy!"

"Now this here is for the projects"

"It's wrong or not"

"This is rap"

"That's all you got"

See where I come from

Motherfuckers get home from up top

And the kids they used to send to the store own the spot

And them young boys don't give a what if you old or not

You talk that "listen shorty" shit and he will roast your knot

While you was gone, he got it on and moved that dope and rock

But before them roosters cock-a-doodle-do he post the block

Yeah that's a projects boy (what)

Yeah that's a projects boy (what)

If you ain't from here listen close I'll drop some knowledge boy

Snitchin'?

We don't allow that

Man, you tell and you dead

The repercussion be disgustin'

Put Joell in the Fed

Somebody clothes and shottie smoke till their melon is red

In the streets my name hold weight like elephant legs

I'm a projects boy

Crooper's P's be here

They let me in and now it's locked like pezzy hair

Oh you don't get it?

Let's please be clear

It's like I went celibate

Cause ain't nobody fuckin' with Ortiz this year

"Now this here is for the projects"

"Bwoy!"

"Now this here is for the projects"

"It's wrong or not"

"This is rap"

"That's all you got"

Man, I love where I'm from

You can call it the hood

Call it the ghetto, call it the gutter, call it the slum

I'm callin' it home

That's where I roamed all my life

This trouble is all I know so that's all I write (listen)

My family my friends, we are not all alright (nope)

So when I pick up this mic, I rhyme with all of my might

I'm from the projects boy (what)

I'm from the projects boy (what)

If you ain't from there, listen close, I'll drop some knowledge boy

See I ain't got to listen close

You make a lot of noise

I hear your whole conversation

Every word

The project walls thinner than my Blackberry Curve

When I was young my moms and pops got on my every nerve

With all that arguin'

Until that check hit

And them food stamps held them down like a tec clip

Then daddy made an exit

Mommy couldn't accept it

In and out the crib for that next hit

That project shit nigga

"Now this here is for the projects"

"Bwoy!"

"Now this here is for the projects"

"It's wrong or not"

"This is rap"

"That's all you got"