A song for those close to the concrete. It's an old school Onyx beat. Enjoy. 1luv.
Real life shit! Music for the true hip-hop fans!
Watz crackin' hip-hop headz. Itz ya boi JaBz. I am so tired of watz goin' on in music today. I look back at wat hip-hop used to be and I look at it now and it fills me with anger. The pioneers of rap had no idea it was gonna be this way. So I feel it's time for the new generation of music to take it back to it's former glory. I am the voice of the slums. Listen up. ALL TRACKS AND BEATS PRODUCED BY DOCTOR STRANGE!
Lyrics
Sirens and gun shots, the drug spots//
Kids in the cyhper at the bus stop//
Power ranger lunch box, dealers in the lobby//
Beef, you dealin' wit an army//
You a hustla be up early, time is money, don't be tardy//
Far Rock native, not far from the greatest//
The snakes get bombed, and we robbin' all the hataz//
Go to war for the paper, hate the game not the players//
On-ly the strong survive, that's the first rule of nature//
You a hustla flip ya keys, you a gangsta hit the streets//
You a snitch feel the beam, you a bitch drop ya jeans//
Da fiends, steal ya stuff, and try to sell it back to you//
Da hoes on the strip, tryin'a sell they ass to you//
Don't fuck wit' da haitians, cause they practice black voodoo//
Playin' ball, and rap is the only thing to-do//
Niggaz dippin' from a badge, in the streetz instead class//
Barely know how to read, but learned to do the math//
Jeans sag low, to say fuck you assholes//
I'm on the grind all the time, can't stop this cash flow//
The tricks can't resist, when I get in my mack mode//
Black ski-mask, green/brown fatigue pants//
I'm ready for the ruckuss, regardless the Sea-zan//
40 ounce of OE, Keep my style low key//
Cause the streetz got vermin, that'll rat for the cheese//
I am the projects, the roaches and rats//
I am the projects, (The projects) the dope and the crack//
I am the projects, (The projects) The smoke from the gat//
I am the projects, (The projects)//
C.O.'s wanna see me get stuck in the system//
My opposition wanna see me gettin' fucked in a prison//
But after all I survived why surcumb to the hate?//
I live life like a dude, who's got nothin' at stake//
Trust no one, life's lesson is that//
Even Judas from the bible stabbed christ in the back//
So don't ever wonder why I work alone//
You witnessin' a man from a broken home//
I don't go to church, so how I'm going to heaven?//
Momz wasn't home at all, she worked 24/7//
If bullets enter me, flyin' from the enemy//
And that becomes the end of me, would anyone remember me?//
I ask myself that, with my eye's filled with fear//
Every night in my bed I feel I'll drown from tears//
Shots ring off at night, that's the sound I hear//
Q-boro's my home, that's crowned dispair//
I am the projects, the roaches and rats//
I am the projects, (The projects) the dope and the crack//
I am the projects, (The projects) The smoke from the gat//
I am the projects, (The projects)//
