Man y'all niggas don't know me
Let me finish my water
So much more to me I feel like I oughta
Tell you all about the minority from the corner
Just tryna make some money to feed my daughter
Well in my case two sons
In the hood with loose crumbs
And niggas that should be hooked on phonics
Hooked to new guns even the police shoots them
This where the Puerto Rican member of that group from
Half gallons of cognac on the train car packed
Headed up to the Deuce to bring some broads back
Poof get into somethin' where my hawk at
Ooh this finna get disgusting
Man all you fake hood niggas
Boy y'all ain't missin' nothin'
We bring gun barrels to fights
I miss my cousin they did him
Like Harold at the light
But we rode down on that n***a
Like Cam'Ron on that bike
Tryna get paid in full my trays was full
A half moon made my fade look cool
A younger Yaowa
Sunflower seeds house keys in the Eddie Bauer
Hood top to bottom pass the bottle around
Everybody tap the bottom
Take out my tops and bottoms
Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher
Freestylin' made my bars get tighter
I 'member the time I'd say
Yo spark the lighter
Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire
Niggas went crazy then I got my ass
Whipped for pullin' an all nighter
Helped tag in the lumber yard
Me and Hunt threw the Ps cops and robbers
In the stairs man I see it
Like I'm there swear to f**kin' God
Growin' up it was f**kin' hard
But that's why I'm f**kin' hard
Moon lies in the summer low whites under
More sun more aggie more fights none of
Them bitches wanted it but Leisha
Man she throw that thunder
Grease on her face scarfed up in the Polo pajamas
Johnny pump open wet your car
Get bold if you wanna
Will wet your car with somethin' different
Roll back 'round that corner
Hip-hop with Mellie then hit pot and scaley
Then sneak up to my roof
And get sick mop from Shelly
I'm a project n***a in my project lobby
Takin' project pictures with my project army
Standin' in the hall and lightin' candles for the fallen
Reminiscin' sippin' snifflin' and missin' all them
Hide piece and butter come and get your supper
A game of steel and bacon
Niggas waitin' on their number
I remember when it was hard
If you could go outside
You was watchin' from your window n***a
Light a L in the staircase and start a cypher
Freestylin' made my bars get tighter
I 'member the time I'd say
Yo spark the lighter
Breathe in these trees and start a forest fire
Niggas went crazy then I got my ass
Whipped for pullin' an all nighter
Helped tag in the lumber yard
Me and Hunt threw the Ps cops and robbers
In the stairs man I see it
Like I'm there swear to f**kin' God
Growin' up it was f**kin' hard
But that's why I'm f**kin' hard
Dutch paper
Incinerator
Elevators
Nosey neighbors
Guns barkin'
Cops barkin'
Dogs barkin'
My mom's barkin'
Aye fellas I gotta get out of here man
My mom's trippin' I'm comin' up now
I'd like to thank everybody in Cooper Projects
Brooklyn for turnin' that little boy into the man
That I am today Yeah me no play
