The Projects

The Projects

[Raekwon chattin with Shy]
  “Peace God”
  “Peace to the Gods”
  “How you God?”
  “Studyin one-twenty right now”
  “Mmmm”
  “Call me back at the God Hour”
  
  [Raekwon the Chef]
  The Fuck?
  It’s just the new way of thinkin
  Light up the broccoli kid
  Throw the relish in my back pocket
  Keep your eyes open
  Push your seat back, just flow…
  That’s how we doin it
  
  Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec
  Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet
  Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project
  Slam you like Hamill’s wife ‘fore the scandal
  Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts
  Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo
  When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won’t perform if I’m not lampable
  Askin my man’ll get you slapped down; play the anthem
  Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that’s the ticket
  Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment
  Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted
  Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it?
  
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that’s
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
  [God] New York projects
  [Rae] I’m livin large yo, stop miragin
  
  [Method Man]
  Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind
  Behind every fortune there’s a crime
  This technique is tech-9
  Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind
  This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary
  Them niggaz all thumbs and can’t handle, my flurry
  Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me
  Don’t even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney
  Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper
  Black ‘n Decker, hardware avoid the leper
  Five o’clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector
  Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow
  Double oh-seven mark
  The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment
  Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous
  Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes
  
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that’s
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] I’m livin large yo, stop miragin
  
  [Ghostface Killah]
  Suck my dick it’s the kid with the fat knob
  I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs
  Quick get on your knees, with yo’ sweet pussy let it breathe
  Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
  Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in
  Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit
  Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin
  Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit
  Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it’s
  TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart’s breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly
  Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger
  All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine
  Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God
  Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage
  Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house
  Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit
  You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns
  Plus beef I hone, the condom broke
  Bitch you got AIDS I’m shakin in my bones
  

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