Wu-Tang Clan - The Projects lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan - The Projects lyrics]
Peace, God (Peace to the gods)
How you, God? (Studying 120 right now
Call me back at the God Hour)
The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinking
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 doing it
Bound by honor, sword take over the set
Rap from here to Quebec
Throw up the TEC, crash your intellect
Select a vet swimsuit mammal handle, yo
Every fly vandal go to project
Slam you like Hamill's Whitewater Scandal
Wally sandal just a sample
My niggas fertilize thoughts
Yo, mad support, drink a quart then bamboo
One nasty can blew my pen sterile
Won't perform if I'm not lampable
Asking my man'll get you slapped down
Play the anthem
Lit it, who with it? Champagne get it
That's the ticket
Silent nines sounding like crickets
Snatch your worker’s shipment
Pull her hair, long dick it
We talk right before we left lifted
Just like a long sleeve, guess who ripped it?
Projects (My niggas survive, just like a moving target)
Projects (Where niggas live and some sell garbage, that's)
Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging)
New York projects
(I'm living large, yo, stop miraging)
Sign of the times
Conspiracy to overthrow the mind
Behind every fortune there's a crime
This technique is TEC-9
Blast at any close encounter
Of the third kind
This be the evil that man do
We dismantle any adversary
Them niggas all thumbs and
Can't handle my flurry
Hear me, you jam on, you want to scare me
Don't even kid me
Shit in my coat aiming at your kidney
Pressure, red hot like chilli pepper
Black 'n Decker hardware, avoid the leper
Five o'clock shadowboxer
Hold down the sector
Bet your bottom dollar lecture
Be hard to swallow 007 mark the secret agent
That macks well and gets
Smart through entertainment
Welcome to the killing fields
With Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger boogie niggas going
Through changes
Projects (My niggas survive, just like a moving target)
Projects (Where niggas live and some sell garbage, that's)
Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging)
New York projects
(I'm living large yo, stop miraging)
Suck my dick, it's the kid with the fat knob
I bust all into your face
Plus it come in globs
Quick, get on your knees
With your sweet pussy, let it breathe
Two fingers is all in your hole
Think I can fit three
Your pink lips, spreaded and shit
Let me throw my dick in
Grab my shit and place it gently on your clit
Ping-pong pussy, wide world the womb
Titties sagging
Stomach on some shriveled up prune shit
Too much air in your pussy
You screaming that it's talking to you, daddy
Fart's breathing out your lips
Splashing my dick badly
Use vinegar to try to tighten up your ginger
Almighty dick ran in with a cape
Some call him engine lightning rod bob
Black candy cane attached to God
Thick like a Great Adventure cigar
In your garage
Pregnant pussy have you fall out
Like Remy on the house
Watch the teeth for slobbing 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 shaking in my bones
How you, God? (Studying 120 right now
Call me back at the God Hour)
The Fuck? It's just the new way of thinking
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 doing it
Bound by honor, sword take over the set
Rap from here to Quebec
Throw up the TEC, crash your intellect
Select a vet swimsuit mammal handle, yo
Every fly vandal go to project
Slam you like Hamill's Whitewater Scandal
Wally sandal just a sample
My niggas fertilize thoughts
Yo, mad support, drink a quart then bamboo
One nasty can blew my pen sterile
Won't perform if I'm not lampable
Asking my man'll get you slapped down
Play the anthem
Lit it, who with it? Champagne get it
That's the ticket
Silent nines sounding like crickets
Snatch your worker’s shipment
Pull her hair, long dick it
We talk right before we left lifted
Just like a long sleeve, guess who ripped it?
Projects (My niggas survive, just like a moving target)
Projects (Where niggas live and some sell garbage, that's)
Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging)
New York projects
(I'm living large, yo, stop miraging)
Sign of the times
Conspiracy to overthrow the mind
Behind every fortune there's a crime
This technique is TEC-9
Blast at any close encounter
Of the third kind
This be the evil that man do
We dismantle any adversary
Them niggas all thumbs and
Can't handle my flurry
Hear me, you jam on, you want to scare me
Don't even kid me
Shit in my coat aiming at your kidney
Pressure, red hot like chilli pepper
Black 'n Decker hardware, avoid the leper
Five o'clock shadowboxer
Hold down the sector
Bet your bottom dollar lecture
Be hard to swallow 007 mark the secret agent
That macks well and gets
Smart through entertainment
Welcome to the killing fields
With Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger boogie niggas going
Through changes
Projects (My niggas survive, just like a moving target)
Projects (Where niggas live and some sell garbage, that's)
Projects (Try to escape the flying shells, dodging)
New York projects
(I'm living large yo, stop miraging)
Suck my dick, it's the kid with the fat knob
I bust all into your face
Plus it come in globs
Quick, get on your knees
With your sweet pussy, let it breathe
Two fingers is all in your hole
Think I can fit three
Your pink lips, spreaded and shit
Let me throw my dick in
Grab my shit and place it gently on your clit
Ping-pong pussy, wide world the womb
Titties sagging
Stomach on some shriveled up prune shit
Too much air in your pussy
You screaming that it's talking to you, daddy
Fart's breathing out your lips
Splashing my dick badly
Use vinegar to try to tighten up your ginger
Almighty dick ran in with a cape
Some call him engine lightning rod bob
Black candy cane attached to God
Thick like a Great Adventure cigar
In your garage
Pregnant pussy have you fall out
Like Remy on the house
Watch the teeth for slobbing 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 shaking in my bones