Letra de The Projects - Uncle Murda

(Feat. Conway the Machine)

It's that project shit, n****

East New York!

Buckroll

Brooklyn!

You know when n***** got beef with n***** and— and a n**** name come up n***** be like “man, that n**** pussy, n****”

Fuck outta here, n****

It's easier to go to war when you got your money up (It is)

Was beefin’ so much our only option was to run it up (Get money)

It was kill or be killed wasn't no in between that shit

Caught bodies when we was younger, lucky nobody seen that shit (Lucky)

Would have caught a new charge if I had went on Rikers (Word)

And I woulda blew trial, I’d be up north with the lifers (God)

Gotta have experience in the streets for you to write this (You do)

Had bitches holdin’ drugs in they newborn baby diapers (Goo goo ga ga)

Kept it real my whole life, I ain't never been a sucker (Never)

Shootouts in the winter time leave the bodies droppin’ in the summer (It’s hot)

Champagne and big blunts for all the shit I survived

Hit n***** with head nods, I don't dap everybody five (Don’t touch me)

I show you the stuff, you show me where the money is

I'm Scarface if the deal go bad, no funny biz

I done robbed more n***** in the 90’s than Puffy did (Damn)

It was that or get a job but nine to five wasn't for the kid

Got the FN with the switch on it, this ain't no lil strap (Nope)

A n**** gon' die or lose a body part— he get hit with that

Yeah I heard what went down, you know who side I'm on

I don't care who died, I'm ridin’ with my n***** whether right or wrong (On gang)

And now the projects, is talkin’ that somebody gotta die shit

It's logic, as long as it’s nobody that's in my clique

And now the projects, is talkin’ that somebody gotta die shit

It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique

And now the projects, is talkin’ that somebody gotta die shit

It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique

You can put your whole army against my team and

I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin’

Yeah, look (Brrr!)

Playin’ with any of the Gz is out of the question

Lil homie knockin’ shit down like he got an obsession (Boom boom boom!)

That boy trigger finger itch like it got an infection (Brrr)

Puttin’ on for my n***** locked inside the correction (Free the real ones)

Bro ain’t call home yet, he still in Elmira reception (Uh huh)

Throttle on my hip, poppin’ bottles inside of my section (Uh huh)

Play tough guy, fix your face, you got a few seconds (I’ll give you a few seconds, pussy)

Yeah, I was blowin’ them Ms, now I just make a lot of investments

Sniff or rub it on your gums, that’s how the product get tested (Uh huh)

Broke n***** never got shit but a lot of suggestions (Hahaha)

Might spend a dub, get my bitch some body adjustments (Talk to ‘em)

She copped the Lamb truck, look all the designer she dress in (Yeah)

N***** hate to see me eat, but they gotta respect it (Haa!)

‘Cause they’ll get bodied for testin’ (Boom boom boom!)

And now the projects, is talkin’ that somebody gotta die shit

It's logic, as long as it’s nobody that's in my clique

And now the projects, is talkin’ that somebody gotta die shit

It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique

And now the projects, is talkin’ that somebody gotta die shit

It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique

You can put your whole army against my team and

I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin’

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