[Verse 1]

Sidewalks lit wit, n***as who play trick shit
Dont care about your life, u gona die wit one hit bitch
Glocks like you ain't ever seen em, n***as here dont clean em
Bloodstained magazines n bloodshot eyes lookin like venus
Slyin around, the streetz is hell bound, heatz make u dismount
The sound of lead chase u away, u ain't gona be found
Like itz a maze, well it is but its gona leave u in a daze
Leave u with a graze to ya dome, to ya home, wherever you come from
And whatever you own
Stoned, not with weed, thc, quite literally if u roam in the streetz
Grew up a quiet kid, with 4 other lyin friends
Scared to do they bid, only one who dont care for shit
Ain't even friends, more like fiends, so i stay packed wit heat
So i keep lookin to see whoever walk in or leave
1 attempted some crazy shit, anuda n***as finger on the trigga itched
Must've pulled it back and Must've killed the bitch
Ya see you step into here and u shook up wit fear
Drunk wit beer, can't even steer they own life without gettin speared
It ain't about no red or blue, we dont care what you wear
One shot to ya chest, u gona get blown, nobody get spared
Loaded up a full clip, thinkin imma go do shit
Packed my fo' fo' quick, wit the mac 10 ready to spit
Rolled up back to the projects, ran up wit my own clique
Saw the n***a n i let my n***as get all the fuckin hitz
Cus out here you catch bodies, there ain't no sorrys
N***as gona be runnin after you, no time to shout out they got me
They'll put you six feet deep, dont matter if you creep
They gona peep, wherever u comin from so jus shut up n take a seat

[Hook]

Projectz got me heated

Projectz make u see shit

Projectz gave me a gat

Projectz make u smoke crack

Projectz made me ill

Projectz make you kill

Yo check it n***a these the projectz

And guess what, shit can't stop it

[Verse 2]

Ya own shadows after you, that includes ya whole crew
Stay real and stay true to whatever the fuck you do
Crack coke, better no take any smokes u gona choke
These folk, they dont care, they still gona even if they can't cope
Up the project stairs, lay crack fiends, takin shots
Hand on my Glock, wishin it was weed, everyday the same spot
But you know, these just some hood n***as, ain't no good n***as
Which makes me think, why do we even really shoot n***as
Livin up in here is hell, ain't no different from a cell
Thats what we try to tell every n***a who just got released on bail
And the fucking feds, they want all us n***as dead
But we come strapped, with lead, dont sleep so fuck a bed
Brothers keep on talkin, while they just sit out there coughin
Open up they mouths, keep that shit loud, soon layin in a coffin
Me and my n***as we some mad thugs, u dont wana fuck with us
We come strapped, capped and gona unload with mad slugs
Me and my n***as, we is the whole fuckin town
Even see a frown, you gona be layed up on the hard ground
Like a fuckin clown, red all over ya face, check you into place
Call you a disgrace and then u ain't nothin but a waste of space
Come the day, you still got the ak ready to spray
Shit ain't different, n***as out here dont play and sorta games
My advice, you stay out or pulled out is a blunt knife
Sliced and diced, then they gona eat u and ain't gona think twice
Then finish u by takin all ya spice, cold as ice
Nobody there to help you fight, day or night, u fuckin right
Lights spaz, you in a movie now, n u can't even escape
Keep on stackin ya papes, held at gunpoint playin for high stakes
Thats how it gotta be, it ain't easy, nothin please me
With how the city play out, fuckin around, n u can't c me
But we run the streetz, ain't scared of no heat
Cus we already come packed and fully strapped from our head to our feet