Lyrics:
THE PROJECTS
I WAS RAISED BY STREETS IODIZED DRUG DEALERS SOCIALIZE WITH KILLERS KEEP THAT TOOLY CAUSE IM HIM JUMPED IN THAT WATER HAD TO LEARN HOW TO SWIM
turn em now
It's like No Limit said it, we all day, no loss
Just parkin lot pimpin, car changin colors
These boys go hard off
[Verse 7: Master P]
We
Bitch I run the city
And we come from different clothes
So you would never get it
Fa real
Man I work so hard just to live this life
7 days out the week no
what we do best
Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day
The baseball is what we do best
Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French
I stand
[Chorus (Emanny)]
Everydays the same to me
Seven days in every week
Some look forward to it
But I don't change as for the holiday's
You can have
They ain't fuck with my when I was all by my lonely, locked down on Carl Griffin
You broke the code, you put a dollar before me, we from the projects
I look like money I smell like money
my swag one hunid[? ]I ball like a dog 7 days of da week
they dnt get like dis tell um get like me
We got money
understand
For several weeks was by your side that was until you got a man
Double teaming with my ex
But claim adult yea no you can’t
This right here’s
that I'll get it back
In the streets I never can relax
Third day, third week
It's a wrap
Shine my shoes
Shine my, Shine my shoes
Shine my shoes
Shine
I'm gon' be a real ass bitch all my life
Got them hunnids by my side, I'm gon' always be alright
I'm gon' always pop that shit 'til the day I die
I
HOOK1:
I'ma Keep It Trill
I still represent for these streets
Don't nobody rep the city like me
Mane I'ma Keep It Trill
I hustle 7 days
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
in the streets
And I Be Turnt Up
Never Turnt Down
Smoke In The Air We Gone Leave It On The Ground
7 Days Out The Week I Keep A Freak Around
Hating
Slay gang shit
Yo this the life we live
And that's word to project pat
Brown skin shorty
And she wants to throw it back
New year same me
Never
skin is black
The system is designed to hold you back
how s'ya do shle hands on the shoulder a pat
One love to my face then a stab in the back
when I'll be aroused
Made it to Star Island, started with a nickel rock
Who thought a project nigga get to get a yacht?
Two million dollars cash in
attention
Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not
Seven days a week ain’t no Monday and Tuesday
Bitch Im getting horny ain’t got nothing to do aye
Grab her by the cheeks and imma beat it like MJ
Wake up
thought what the hell, I'm only dreamin'
I said, Please leave Fred, so I can get some sleep.
But gimme a call, and maybe we'll hang out next week.
I pat him
and sends me checks
She's a humdinger
Folk singer
Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up
and sends me checks
She's a humdinger
Folk singer
Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up
wanna go with
Five days out the week, my stay's out the street
It pays to be discreet, your fragrance is sweet
Honeydew, money do
But this ain't
I was posing relatin'
To those dealing with blow, had the big gold bow acres it was those gangsters
That bonus, that culture, those projects
Shiny
for four years
Seven projects and I never had a rollout
Now I'm trynna show out
I stand up just to stand out
On ten
Whatchu saying now
I'm like hol up
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