TRIFE DIESEL - Project Leaders lyrics

rate me

For all my goons man, Trife Diesel

AKA the Project Pope, You know why...

Niggas around my way call me the Project Pope

Cause I always rep my hood and gave the projects hope

I used to stand on the block sling'n project soap

Laugh'n on the bitches snap'n, Telling project jokes

The Ds rush, Niggas scatter like a project roach

Whoever got caught got thrown in a project yoke

At fifteen me and my team took a project oath

T.M.F., Who rep Stapleton projects the most

This one's for all my bloods and my project locs

Mixing in the kitchen, Playing the Pyrex close

Fuck a yacht, Staten Ferry was the project boat

Up town back and forth cop'n that project coke

I met Ghost in a park blowing on project smoke

He told me Trife live your life, Don't leave these projects broke

Will I ever leave these projects, Nope

I put it on the line so now the fans is listening to project soaps

Thanksgiving no turkey, No project roast

Winter time when it was cold we shared our project coats

Four finger ring blinging with my project rope

Play with my bread and get burnt like some project toast

We some democratic project leaders

Fame magazine Don, Diva, Profile readers

Who keep dope in a vice like Condoleezza

All you non-believers blowing trial

In these gold dash streets, Here's your subpoena

We some democratic project leaders

Ex-Divas, Tech squeezers

Staying above water like jet-skiers

School dropout, Felons who copped out, Under achievers

No matter the outcome we prepare for our next leader

Trife pass the mic right to Freezer, The track eater

Big rock fiend pleaser, Way before Roc-A-Fella

Bag'n have a brick in the basement, Crack slinger

Blaze'n every track replacing your favorite rap singer

So to bang at forty Smith you know I got the Nina

That's right my man lost his life around the corner from the steamer

On German Town Ave., So we wear the vest-es when we come around

Never put the burners down either

Far from a project leader, Feeling different

Bunch of little blocks where niggas sell rocks and smoke reefer

It's so evil, You can war with a nigga two blocks down

Tote glock four pounds, But you know you gone see em

Squeeze on em and leave em, Watch the cops come round

Motherfuckers pointing fingers, Jakes serving subpoenas

He hit your man who hit him, Now you even

But now the law is hunting you, Where do you go to now, Uhh

My Momma from the projects like Project Pat

So yeah nigga I know where the projects at

The Beacons, The Bradfords, Yeah we live by that

The Essexs, The Hancock Stadium and all of that

Them the projects in the six mile radius in my hood

Jam packed with illegal aliens, Dominicans, Puerto Ricans

Black and white, Like Pac said they all smoke'n crack tonight

And this is where I live so this is what I love

A project roach on my project rug

A project hoe from a project club

Smoke'n project dope from a project thug

My man Trife hit my on the celly and he said

I got this project if you wanna get it in

The beats on knock and the concept is

How you rep your hood and I rep Stapleton, I'm in