[Hook: 2Pac, Lil Scrappy]
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on
[Verse 1]
Growin' up on Section 8,
Momma in the other room cryin' Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play
Only thing outside a sandbox and a gate to hate
And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money
Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money
Dem boys on the corner, and they pockets gittin' stronga
Momma did it for' the hunger
We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin'
And we sittin' on the block
Cuz the dope fiends rollin'
Videos, I ain't trynna be no rapper
I ain't trynna be no actor
I'm tryin' to make a stack up
I ain't gotta call practice
So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up
The police betta call back up
Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'mma come and rob ya (And I was...)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Aye)
Living in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on
[Verse 1]
Growin' up on Section 8,
Momma in the other room cryin' Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play
Only thing outside a sandbox and a gate to hate
And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money
Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money
Dem boys on the corner, and they pockets gittin' stronga
Momma did it for' the hunger
We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin'
And we sittin' on the block
Cuz the dope fiends rollin'
Videos, I ain't trynna be no rapper
I ain't trynna be no actor
I'm tryin' to make a stack up
I ain't gotta call practice
So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up
The police betta call back up
Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'mma come and rob ya (And I was...)
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