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(feat. Mobb Deep) [Verse 1: Young Buck] The sound of gunshots, the smell of swisha sweets Keys of cocaine is all a nigga see (K'Yeah!) And all these niggas be Lookin' for a lick to hit 'Cause it don't look like we leavin' these bricks to quit (Nah!) On them hot summer nights We servin' the white On them cold winter days We be shootin' AKs You ain't safe 'round homie, you on the yard It's everyman for himself nigga, livin' is hard (Git moneyy!) You see the cars, the broads, the ghetto superstars Some niggas got money and forgot who they are (Bitch!) We rob, kill, steal, whatever (Hey yo Don, when you gettin' out the hood?) Never My people need me, my heart is still here And even though police be hatin' I'm still here (Still here!) I'm standin' on this corner 'till my pockets bigger I'm goin' to my grave as a Project Nigga [Chorus: Young Buck, (Prodigy)] Letras de cancionesYou can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me A Project Nigga 'till The Lord come get me (Yo we hood niggas, project niggas, everybody know we some ghetto ass niggas) You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me A Project Nigga 'till The Lord come get me (Straight hood niggas, project niggas, y'all better know we some ghetto ass niggas) [Verse 2: Prodigy] P is a triple threat VIP, Tha Don P., bitch get a look at his arms We mega stars We got bullet-proof cars And we ridin' in them shits, with the guns in the trunk Balm, is the only thing we smoke I ain't picked a 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 bullshit, that you niggas avoid This is our life, we ain't got no choice But we enjoy ourselves in the middle of hell Shots poppin', niggas might run up on you with a... And blow you away you'll die with your gun on your waist That fast it'd be a cold case Nigga you ain't got strength like The Mobb and G-Unit In the ghetto, my niggas will run up in ya place [Chorus: Young Buck, (Prodigy)] You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me A Project Nigga 'till The Lord come get me (Yo we hood niggas, project niggas, everybody know we some ghetto ass niggas) You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me A Project Nigga 'till The Lord come get me (Straight hood niggas, project niggas, y'all better know we some ghetto ass niggas) [Verse 3: Havoc] Hey yo The bullshit I go through these niggas that stay hatin' Your blood I can taste it Buck i'm losin' my patience And fuck this rap shit, dudes got it fucked up boy Don't you know we gettin' money so we got more toys? I fucked your bitch and think nothin' off it Got mad drama but we still out clubbin' We still out gunnin', dumpin' them Mac clips Homie we got this, and y'all ain't have this Baby ain't nothin', you know I'm spittin' that crack shit Like I'm still on the block, picture police flippin' Like I'm still in the kitchen cookin', workin' that Trip Beam Have fiends baggin', watch them lick the plate clean Do this for my niggas up North in them State Greens Bustin' them hammers from Clinton to Sing-Sing All my hood niggas don't worry just maintain You know what it is, G-Unit what I bang [Chorus: Young Buck, (Prodigy)] You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me A Project Nigga 'till The Lord come get me (Yo we hood niggas, project niggas, everybody know we some ghetto ass niggas) You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me A Project Nigga 'till The Lord come get me (Straight hood niggas, project niggas, y'all better know we some ghetto ass niggas) From Letras Mania