Pork 'N' Beans Projects

Growin' up in the projects, windy city of do or die
Home invasions, kidnappings and gangsters gettin' high
Born from the Hardknock academy, automatically had to be
Learned to move packages in and out of Los Angeles
We're savages, bustin' off rounds, sprayin' banana clips
Knockin' pills off like Anna Nicole Smith
Shit, I'm from the hood with regular patrols from choppers
Curfew given to innocent by-standing shoppers
We're animals on a concrete jungle and nobody can stop us
Named the deadliest place on Earth by Homicide Detectives
Mothers of young minds ensuring that their youth is protected
Riots breaking out like back in 1984
Boarded up windows and Molotovs thrown in every store
Hustlers always strappin' and clappin', eager to peal a cap
Walk in no man's land and prepare to be slaughtered in a trap
The only ones who make it out alive are those who can rap
When a brother's on the run, you got to look after his stash box
Even if it means looking after dirty diddy money and potent rocks
So when a copper looks you in the eye, you got to hide your face
No time to waste, 'cause in a split of second they got you on a chase
Every corner that you turn, you're changing your license plate
Police and the state judge keep on harassing every nigger
Just because they got bread that's above a five figure
Growin' up in the Pork and Beans project, a life of hell
Anybody who survives it, going to have story to tell