Trife Diesel, Termanology, Freeway - Project Leaders lyrics

For all my goons man, Trife Diesel
AKA the Project Pope, You know why

Niggas around my way call me the Project Pope
Cause, I always rep my hood
And gave the projects hope
I used to stand on the
Block sling'n project soap
Laugh'n on the bitches snap'n
Telling project jokes the Ds rush
Niggas scatter like a project roach
Whoever got caught got thrown
In a project yoke
At fifteen me and my team took a project oath
TMF, Who rep Stapleton projects the most
This one's for all my bloods
And my project locs mixing in the kitchen
Playing the Pyrex close fuck a yacht
Staten Ferry was the project boat
Up town back and forth
Cop'n that project coke
I met Ghost in a park
Blowing on project smoke
He told me Trife live your life
Don't leave these projects broke
Will I ever leave these projects, Nope
I put it on the line so now
The fans is listening to project soaps
Thanksgiving no turkey, No project roast
Winter time when it was cold
We shared our project coats
Four finger ring blinging with
My project rope play with my bread and get
Burnt like some project toast

We some democratic project leaders
Fame magazine Don, Diva, Profile readers
Who keep dope in a vice like Condoleezza
All you non-believers blowing trial
In these gold dash streets
Here's your subpoena
We some democratic project leaders
Ex-Divas, Tech squeezers
Staying above water like jet-skiers
School dropout, Felons who copped out
Under achievers
No matter the outcome we prepare
For our next leader

Trife pass the mic right to Freezer
The track eater big rock fiend please, r
Way before Roc-A-Fella
Bag'n have a brick in the basement
Crack slinger
Blaze'n every track replacing your
Favorite rap singer
So to bang at forty Smith you
Know I got the Nina
That's right my man lost his life
Around the corner from the steamer
On German Town Ave
So we wear the vest-es when we come around
Never put the burners down either
Far from a project leader, Feeling different
Bunch of little blocks where niggas
Sell rocks and smoke reefer it's so evil
You can war with a nigga two blocks down
Tote Glock four pounds, But
You know you gone see em
Squeeze on em and leave em
Watch the cops come round
Motherfuckers pointing fingers
Jakes serving subpoenas
He hit your man who hit him, Now you even
But now the law is hunting you
Where do you go to now, uhh

We some democratic project leaders
Fame magazine Don, Diva, Profile readers
Who keep dope in a vice like Condoleezza
All you non-believers blowing trial
In these gold dash streets
Here's your subpoena
We some democratic project leaders
Ex-Divas, Tech squeezers
Staying above water like jet-skiers
School dropout, Felons who copped out
Under achievers
No matter the outcome we prepare
For our next leader

My Momma from the projects like Project Pat
So yeah, nigga I know where the projects at
The Beacons, The Bradfords
Yeah we live by that the Essexs
The Hancock Stadium and all of that
Them the projects in the six
Mile radius in my hood
Jam packed with illegal aliens, Dominicans
Puerto Ricans black and white
Like Pac said they all smoke'n crack tonight
And this is where I live so
This is what I love
A project roach on my project rug
A project hoe from a project club
Smoke'n project dope from a project thug
My man Trife hit my on the celly and he said
I got this project if you wanna get it in
The beats on knock and the concept is
How you rep your hood and I rep Stapleton
I'm in

We some democratic project leaders
Fame magazine Don, Diva, Profile readers
Who keep dope in a vice like Condoleezza
All you non-believers blowing trial
In these gold dash streets
Here's your subpoena
We some democratic project leaders
Ex-Divas, Tech squeezers
Staying above water like jet-skiers
School dropout, Felons who copped out
Under achievers
No matter the outcome we prepare
For our next leader