Yeah, yeah Right now we in the place to be Yeah, time to have some fun in this bitch Ayo, deep in the projects where y'all can't come Juvenile life get treated just like scum Rap artists, they emerge on the surface Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue Disco ties is the four [?] Punch and Quincy where the [?] [?] coke ass life We don't play with those niggas that foul and trife We be on the biddy, side burns and chilies After the town you know we meet at the telly If they telly don't work, we take it to the roof This is way, way back when we was wearing the troops Eyes cosmicized, Colosseum [?] Gucci all on it, them Mickey Mouse wars Deep in the projects where y'all can't come Juvenile life get treated just like scum Rap artists, they emerge on the surface Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue Deep in the projects where y'all can't come Juvenile life get treated just like scum Rap artists, they emerge on the surface Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue So what you gonna tell me? Can't tell me, jack We been doing this shit (We gon' take 'em back) way before crack Hit, hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets Rhyme, rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime Stop, stop doin' crime, still rockin' in my prime The way that I throw the shine, up your back, down your spine Bad, bad, super bad, always first, never last Swift, swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron bat Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas Set fire to your ass, smoke a spliff of grass Ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin' M.C. rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, now I tap Second round, second left, in your town, check and trap Cock the beretta back, where my money at? Smack off your funny hat, always got the street the job Lay up in the honey hive, eggs on the sunny side Deep in the projects where y'all can't come Juvenile life get treated just like scum Rap artists, they emerge on the surface Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue Deep in the projects where y'all can't come Juvenile life get treated just like scum Rap artists, they emerge on the surface Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue So what you gonna tell me? Can't tell me, jack We been doing this shit (Yeah) way before crack Clap your hands everybody (Turn it up, turn in up) And everybody, clap your hands (Yeah, yo Meth) All the ladies, clap your hands (Some-somebody) All the strong man, take a stand (Somebody say ooh) One two, one two three Speakers so large cops coming to jam Tell everybody to leave, but we don't need him We keep on jamming 'till we hear that shot That be making the crowds run from off the block All my homies still fresh, dope forever Louis Vuitton shit, silks and mad leathers [?] on the mic So what you gonna tell me? Can't tell me, jack We been doing this shit way before crack Deep in the projects where y'all can't come Clap your hands everybody And everybody, clap your hands All the ladies, clap your hands All the strong man, take a stand One two, one two three Look, I'm the magnificent G-O-D Put your hands in the air like this and follow me I skip with the Ali's, [?] To all the ladies in the V.I.P., the henny free She butter fly, fly lyrics sting like a killer bee Right hand lean, when I grab the microphone proceed to rock the party Peace to naughty, by nature Love the danger, of course I got a wife