[Verse 1]
Sidewalks lit wit, n*ggas who play trick sh*t
Dont care about your life, u gona die wit one hit b*tch
Glocks like you ain't ever seen em, n*ggas here dont clean em
Bloodstained magazines n bloodshot eyes lookin like venus
Slyin around, the streetz is hell bound, heatz make u dismount
The sound of lead chase u away, u ain't gona be found
Like itz a maze, well it is but its gona leave u in a daze
Leave u with a graze to ya dome, to ya home, wherever you come from
And whatever you own
Stoned, not with weed, thc, quite literally if u roam in the streetz
Grew up a quiet kid, with 4 other lyin friends
Scared to do they bid, only one who dont care for sh*t
Ain't even friends, more like fiends, so i stay packed wit heat
So i keep lookin to see whoever walk in or leave
1 attempted some crazy sh*t, anuda n*ggas finger on the trigga itched
Must've pulled it back and Must've killed the b*tch
Ya see you step into here and u shook up wit fear
Drunk wit beer, can't even steer they own life without gettin speared
It ain't about no red or blue, we dont care what you wear
One shot to ya chest, u gona get blown, nobody get spared
Loaded up a full clip, thinkin imma go do sh*t
Packed my fo' fo' quick, wit the mac 10 ready to spit
Rolled up back to the projects, ran up wit my own clique
Saw the n*gga n i let my n*ggas get all the f*ckin hitz
Cus out here you catch bodies, there ain't no sorrys
n*ggas gona be runnin after you, no time to shout out they got me
They'll put you six feet deep, dont matter if you creep
They gona peep, wherever u comin from so jus shut up n take a seat
[Hook]
Projectz got me heated
Projectz make u see sh*t
Projectz gave me a gat
Projectz make u smoke crack
Projectz made me ill
Projectz make you kill
Yo check it n*gga these the projectz
And guess what, sh*t can't stop it
[Verse 2]
Ya own shadows after you, that includes ya whole crew
Stay real and stay true to whatever the f*ck you do
Crack coke, better no take any smokes u gona choke
These folk, they dont care, they still gona even if they can't cope
Up the project stairs, lay crack fiends, takin shots
Hand on my Glock, wishin it was weed, everyday the same spot
But you know, these just some hood n*ggas, ain't no good n*ggas
Which makes me think, why do we even really shoot n*ggas
Livin up in here is hell, ain't no different from a cell
Thats what we try to tell every n*gga who just got released on bail
And the f*cking feds, they want all us n*ggas dead
But we come strapped, with lead, dont sleep so f*ck a bed
Brothers keep on talkin, while they just sit out there coughin
Open up they mouths, keep that sh*t loud, soon layin in a coffin
Me and my n*ggas we some mad thugs, u dont wana f*ck with us
We come strapped, capped and gona unload with mad slugs
Me and my n*ggas, we is the whole f*ckin town
Even see a frown, you gona be layed up on the hard ground
Like a f*ckin clown, red all over ya face, check you into place
Call you a disgrace and then u ain't nothin but a waste of space
Come the day, you still got the ak ready to spray
sh*t ain't different, n*ggas out here dont play and sorta games
My advice, you stay out or pulled out is a blunt knife
Sliced and diced, then they gona eat u and ain't gona think twice
Then finish u by takin all ya spice, cold as ice
Nobody there to help you fight, day or night, u f*ckin right
Lights spaz, you in a movie now, n u can't even escape
Keep on stackin ya papes, held at gunpoint playin for high stakes
Thats how it gotta be, it ain't easy, nothin please me
With how the city play out, f*ckin around, n u can't c me
But we run the streetz, ain't scared of no heat
Cus we already come packed and fully strapped from our head to our feet