LOST TAPE E

Howa. I was raised in the projects. Projects, projects, Projects. Raised in the projects. Projects, I was raised in the raised the projects. Projects, projects, projects. The projects. I was raised in the projects. Get your jack off. Shoot up all your weed and moan. Face smack though. You done did a on the Curb, get your crack off. Fingers on the trigger, full of never slack off. Same guerrilla tactics over fucking soldier. Swervin' like custom wheels, niggas are some oldies. Knowledge richer colors on the whips we be rollin'. Know I'm from the south, you know that I'm Boldin'. The hood all the way up, my niggas Stay up. Slide down town to town gettin' my Paper. Tanks watchin' back, the haters scream, "Oh no." Hero class, makin' money by the boatload. I was in the projects. Projects, Projects. raised in the projects. Projects, projects, I was raised in the projects. Projects. I was raised in the projects. Projects. I was raised here, buck 'em up, knock 'em Down. From the hood, ride the town. Flexin' out, lookin' good. Still the same in the hood. Full of niggas, of crosses. Still a blood in the losses. Smoke the weed on they pole. Cut the dope by they crosses. Got them diamonds in the teeth, in the watch, In the rings. Diamond belt, kickin' death, Diamond in the things. Safe swearin' by police cars On whips. Givin' fake names when dodgin' all Warrants. In the projects though, money talkin', "Hold on." You got plans, get fold, I am Sheets on. These big booty niggas, Ass fuckers, dirty naps. Project pack, dirty south, motherfucker. I was raised in the projects. Projects, projects, projects, projects. Projects. I was raised in the projects. Projects, projects, Projects, Projects