Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan - The Projects lyrics

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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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Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

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