to co-ops livin' gossip Them big lip niggaz singin' to cops need to box it Stop it, the projects over flooded with slow leaks The fiends get, new faces
-et ho All niggas eatin' (Woah) Wreckin' ball gangsters, unleash the law Straight up, colorful drawers, bad whores On the weekend eat a raw style like
I stand to prove it this time, come on [Chorus] [Hook: Killah Priest] 'cause it's new year, best to come correct I ain't hear a style that I can't do
easy Explain things further, murder or get murdered Half of the hustle, half of them killers All of them niggas wanna kill Paniro Better send the guerrilla's 'Cause beef is like a brand new
life's only what you make it Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it Ex-school boy wanna go and try to take shit Found his body, in the projects
only fuck with broke niggas that stright depend on crime you straight pussy so fuck your ass cap 'cause in jail they'll put your cap where your ass at you ass black projects
led to dumpin' IV to pump-in, you're feeling something Catch my drift or catch my four-fifth lift At least six inches above project fences Turn meat
thugs at, I mean my rugrats Them Lil' soldiers representing in them projects (Chorus)4x (Lil' Romeo) How he choose Lil' whodi I heard the bricks was out of style
Scoop the homies so it's more the merrier You make a move for ya mic and I'll bury ya [Aceyalone] You either got new friends or new enemies When you show
A full metal jacket with a new compound Amplified, deep and wide Jump into your ride and lean to the side Lo and behold I hit the Project Blowed
fellowship took it and we held it for dear life The inner city griots, the wild, the style, the crew The ones they got their styles from, but claimed
' millions While KRS-One, holds the minds of the children I'm buildin' a followin' of a hundred and forty-four thousand Chosen few heads up in project
New York, yeah, we G'ed up Act up, clap the back of your knees up Packin' the Mack in the back of the Beamer Taxin' your cash and you ask me to ease up
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we
My style's smokin' like, after a Glock spit Game get the Blood money, fuck bitches and pop Cris' Style like it's New Year's, cause this a new year Look
, skully hats in 90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free I'm not smoking blunts, or looking for jazz records at the Roosevelt I left New
, uh, you can hype me, that's right I'm liable to go out with a terrorist style I'm liable to flow out with a terrible style Viacom bought you, suckers
style is neck bone, my cab rides by your street, yeah It's the brother feelin' fly (Brothers feelin' fly) It's the brother feelin' fly (Brothers feelin' fly) I twist the bums out the project