?m in there, outta there, the police couldn't get me But I made a slip up, had a trick wit me Don?t turn around (Give me the fucking cheese, trick) Don?t
Tradução: Proyecto Uno. Don't Turn Around.
m in there, outta there Tha police couldn't get me But I made a slip up Hadda trick wit me [Chorse x2:] Don't turn around Gimme tha fuckin' cheese trick Don't
vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist Settin up shop, it's hands on in the hustle Fakes don't kill nuttin but time and don't tussle The process of
: [NAS] (Intro) Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin projects Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here Niggaz just don't understand
Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed Winter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab Fiends lurkin, D's searchin, pat pockets
, Mr. Fishscale I don't fuck around, with snitches who tell Put holes in your brain, leave bodies to smell A mack here gettin paid, ain't got time for
won't A lot of dudes saying that they can but they don't A lot of boys saying that they G's and they ain't Mess around, get layed down in the paint Better
nose runnin' still 'cause a *** used to *** If pockets low I'll let ya know, don't turn around A hair trigger that'll bust, don't make a sound I'mma
Man, Project Pat in the house This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot Better watch
that shit real Don't be runnin' 'round here hollerin' you got deals Don't be runnin' 'round here hollerin' that you'll kill It don't cost nothin' to
(whole lotta weed) Drinkin bottles of that liquor (all that we need) This 9mm (will make you bleed) I advise you niggaz (don't fuck wit me) [project pat
kool-aid Strapped with me, an automatic gun, don't you violate Niggaz ain't gonna snitch on me dawg, i didn't hesitate Caught him, at the projects one
Ridley's don't believe that Everyone's down with the Ak brother Every place I go people be like UDDA UDDA, UDDA Trying to get the slang down pat, using
ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know Writin' rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll
dance the jig-a-lig Bring all the money back to Daddy and I'm diggin it Burgundy or honey blonde Yellow wit them black streakers, red or they orange plum Don't
or my ride man See I ain't a fool man, fuck listen to you man Why you in my grill? And you knowin' we ain't cool man Project ain't a duck man, see I
