't know what to do when they back against the wall So they just start shootin' For red or for blue or for blow I guess From Bankhead at the old projects
we long for You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war [Myalansky] Peace to those men who do crimes ande never been arrested Project cats with
the wars, from out the back of the projects Where niggas pull cards and choppers get pulled out Like you at the barber Fresh up out the blue water like
see dem fakin (Jump!) [Verse 1: Kardinal Offishall] Black Jays up, within your town Ray and Neff throw it up so we can get down Black on Black Blue Jays
up Can you blame me for losing my cool? I bounce as hard as Bronsen Every time you take the toe out yo shoes I be bawling with brotha's from your project
room. And you, you were so damn conscientious, you couldn't go to her too soon Still she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon. Up on housing project
charge, pushin through ery buildin, sippin egg nog Niggaz know my status God body carry big batters Fiends know me for my blue bags, besides smackin
your interference souped your upperbody section I travel like a 2 2 bullet throughout your body repped to the fullest Queensbridge representin representin the hollow tip crew blue
you caught in the most flyest and stylish rapture My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest My first album through to him, that was my biggest project
we with) Fuck around with them International hoes (LEGGGOOO!) Its funny how I been all over the world but still love a ghetto ass fifth ave girl live in the projects
to the ghetto But keep your feet on the pedal 'Cuz it could get pretty extreme in the ghetto Triple X level, no holds barred We got hood cap and lieutenants, and project
, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew I'm Brick City baby, twenty-four seven A project nigga, that
, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects
the clidock My sha sha clock from here 16th and Lenox ask Rodger Thomas if I'm getting scammed I wa milk last year now I'm butta like Blue Bonnett Now
cliddocks Mmy gliddock cocked from here to 16 for liddocks I tried to tomas if I'm gettin' scopic I was built like two tits but now I'm butter like blue
blew back With a new gat yellin' chew that hollow tips is goin' clean do that And I had to get my whole team just to do that In a blue hat with black
past, brother My forefather was a king He wore fat gold chains and fat ruby rings Nobody believes this to be true Maybe it's because my eyes ain't blue
'm feeling sad, am I supposed to look happy It's been a long time coming Tell my nigga roll me up something [Chorus] [J. Cole ] No I dont smoke, maybe once in a blue