[Verse 1: Young Buck & Prodigy]
The sound of gunshots (Brah), the smell of swisher sweets
Keys of cocaine is all a n***a see (Key, key)
And all these n***as be lookin' for a lick to hit
Cause it don't look like we livin' these bricks to quit (Nah)
On them hot summer nites we be servin' the white (Aiight?)
On them cold winter days we be shootin' A.K's
You ain't safe around homie, you on the yard
It's everyman for himself n***a, livin' is hard (Git money)
You see the cars, the brauds, the ghetto superstars
Some n***as got money and forgot who they are (Bitch)
We rob, kill, steal, whateva
(Aye yo, dun, when ya gittin' out the hood?) Never (Yeah)
My people need me, my heart is still here
And even tho police be hatin' I'm still here
I'm standin' on this corner 'til my pockets bigger
I'm goin' to my grave as a project n***a

[Chorus: Young Buck & Prodigy]
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n***a 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Yo, we hood n***as, project n***as
Everybody know we some ghetto ass n***as
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n***a 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Straight hood n***as, project n***as
Y'all betta know, we some ghetto ass n***as
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Triple threat, V.I.P., Tha Don
P., bitch, git a look at his arms
We megastars, we got bulletproof cars
And we ridin' in them shits, with the guns in the trunk
The bomb is the only thang we smoke
I ain't pick a seed out my weed since '94
In New York, the projects is where we feel safe
Surrounded by the others like us, we embrace
All the bullshit, git you n***as a void
This is our life, we ain't got no choice
We enjoy ourselves in the middle of hell
Shots poppin', n***as might run up on you with a twelve
Blow you away, you'll die witcha gun on ya waist
That fast it will be a cold case
N***a you ain't got strength like the Mobb and G-Unit
In the ghetto, my n***as we'll run up in ya place

[Chorus: Young Buck, Prodigy & Havoc]
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n***a 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Yo, we hood n***as, project n***as
Everybody know we some ghetto ass n***as
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n***a 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Straight hood n***as, project n***as
Y'all betta know (Aye yo), we some ghetto ass n***as
[Verse 3: Havoc]
The thangs that I go thru, these n***as, they stay hatin'
They blood, I can taste it, Buck, I'm losin' my patience
And fuck this rap shit, dudes got it fucked up boy
Don't ya know we gittin' money, so we got more toys?
I fucked ya bitch and think nuthin' of it (Nah)
Got mad drama but we still out clubbin'
We still out gunnin', dumpin' mad clips
Homie, we got this, and y'all ain't have this
Baby ain't nuthin', you know I'm spittin' that crack shit
Like I'm still on the block, picture police flippin'
Like I'm still in the kitchen cookin', workin' that Trip Beam
Have fiends baggin', watch dem lick the plate clean
Do this for my n***as up North from them State Greens
Bustin' dem Hammers for clippin' in the sing-sing
All my hood n***as don't worry just maintain
You know what it is, G-Unit what I bang

[Chorus: Young Buck & Prodigy]
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n***a 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Yo, we hood n***as, project n***as
Everybody know we some ghetto ass n***as
You can take me out the hood, but the hood still in me
A project n***a 'til the Lord come git me (Yeah)
Straight hood n***as, project n***as
Y'all betta know, we some ghetto ass n***as