[Hook]
  In my project [5x]
    [Verse 1]
  Dawg my project is sweetin
  But if you ain't from where I'm from, like some dawg
  don't come or you gettin beatin
  Yeah we cheatin dog that's automatic
  We greedy, plus we try'n beat the needy dawg wit all the Cadillacs
  Steal from the rich and give to the poor
  We sell a few drugs, bust a few slugs, and pimp a few hoes
  Don't let us find a bit in higgity
  Dawg we turn them into stiggidies
  With shorties off in riggidies
  So if you ain't from here or wit my guys
  Don't even roll thru playa cuz all the traffic gettin minimized
  Cries for help cuz you got carjacked
  Niggaz roll for a minute then pass it to the hypes to sell the car back
  And once she get it, it be stripped down
  Thugs, they got your system and your dubs and want your crib now
  Ya'll betta give the hood respect
  Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
    [Chorus]
  In my projects, my project thick
  In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
  In my projects, my projects thick
  Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
  In my projects, my project thick
  In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
  In my projects, my projects thick
  Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
    [Verse 2]
  Now let me tell you bout them kingpins
  Droppin Y2K Benz on them rims, bringin 15 in
  They dishin it out, they keep it in circulation
  They dodgin the Fedz, and suckas is playa hatin
  They got the whole hood stacked up
  And now the po's walkin on the showroom floor buyin 'Lac Trucks
  They stuck in the ghetto by choice
  But if they go, it's jacuzzis and condos, where's the Rolls Royce
  Now voice your opinion
  You heard about the 'War On Drugs'
  now won't you tell me who you think winnin
  Spendin money by the pounds flowin' dubs,
  on the 'Burbans with the subs,
  and they twerkin bumpin Coo Coo Cal
  And the hood love hoodrats
  On the bus-stop shakin it like it's hot with some good cat
  Ya'll betta give the hood respect
  Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
    [Chorus]
  In my projects, my project thick
  In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
  In my projects, my projects thick
  Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
  In my projects, my project thick
  In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
  In my projects, my projects thick
  Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
    [Verse 3]
  Dawg, go on and sum it up between the grind with dimes
  Crimes and rhymes, ya'll we comin up
  From sundown to sun-up, ha
  The block watch, peekin out the attic in case you run up
  Wit diamonds and furs, he's and her's
  Shoppin sprees with ease to fill up a 2000 Suburb, ha
  Dawg my projects got taste,
  all that ring ain't nuthin but two-fifty
  We sportin five thousand dollar drapes
  Makin it happen, wit snappin to avoid that - anchor
  Hook me up with plenty tracks to keep a playa rappin
  So put my city on the map
  Hook me up wit million dollar vocal cords,
  I can afford a million on a track
  You do the addin and subtractin
  Wastin time just to figure out, without a doubt, that we stackin
  Ya'll betta give the hood respect
  Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
    [Chorus]
  In my projects, my project thick
  In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
  In my projects, my projects thick
  Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
  In my projects, my project thick
  In my projects, everybody cooks bricks
  In my projects, my projects thick
  Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique
    In my projects [*repeat 5x until end of song*]