Project Too Hot
Nas Lyrics


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"Niggas bit off Nas shit" Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" G. Dep
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit if, you bit it, bit it" G. Dep

"Niggas bit off Nas shit" Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" G. Dep
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit if, you bit it, bit it" G. Dep

You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you still gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Encephalitis leavin' whole families in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
It's Con Air style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot

"Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
"Tell these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah

What, yo
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring war quick to you
Porsche maneuvers through the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go

"Niggas bit off Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - G. Dep

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock




Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Too Hot" by Nas feat. 50 Cent paint a vivid picture of street life and gang activities. The chorus establishes a sense of urgency in the situation, indicating that the "projects are too hot" and anyone who crosses the singer could lose everything. "Niggas bit off Nas shit" and "admit it, you bit it" are direct calls outs to other rappers who have been accused of copying Nas' style. The verses exploring drug deals, violence, and bravado add to the sense of danger in the song.


Line by Line Meaning

Niggas bit off Nas shit
Other rappers copied Nas and stole his style


Admit it, you bit it
Confess to stealing Nas's style


You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
You can stand up against me, or run away in fear


Either way you go against me, you still gon die
If you challenge me, you will lose and possibly die


I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
I am prepared for any confrontation with multiple guns


You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
If you don't have anything valuable to say, don't waste my time


I need a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
I require different vehicles for different weather conditions


An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
I have a skilled lawyer on my team in case any fake rivals take legal action


The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
My rhymes mess with people's minds and make them talk about me


And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
They imagine me spending 25 years in prison for my crimes


Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
Nas predicted that 50 Cent would be successful in the music industry


I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I confront your employees with guns, demanding to know where the money is


I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I'll share with you the wisdom I learned from my drug dealer


I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I have drugs available for purchase at a specific price


I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
I often show off my expensive possessions and flashy lifestyle


And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
I will kill anyone for enough money


Run up on them all with the same problem solver
I confront all my enemies with the same solution: violence


Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
I use a gun with tape on the handle to beat people up, using a .38 caliber revolver


Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
The projects are under too much scrutiny from the police, and it would be worse if things got worse


'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
If things get worse, we will invade your home or business


Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw
We will demand that you give us your drugs and money while forcing you to the ground


I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
I'm like a famous boxer who isn't looking for a fight, but will defend himself if necessary


You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
You're watching me from the sidelines like a spectator


Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
You're watching from the sidelines next to famous basketball players


Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
I could have become a professional athlete, but drugs held me back


I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
I'm like a disease that affects black people, looking for drugs to feed its addiction


Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
I feel more alive and alert when I'm sneaking around


Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
You should associate yourself with the best, or I will kill you


Encephalitis leavin' whole families in silence
My deadly skillz are like a disease, which can destroy entire families


My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
My dangerous style is infectious and is emulated by many aspiring rappers


Un cured, ain't no vaccine
My style cannot be cured or stopped


Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
I was last seen withdrawing all the money I could from an ATM


Or in the studio booth, blacking out
I lose myself in my music while recording in the studio


It's Con Air style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
I disappear mysteriously like in the movie Con Air or Blair Witch Project


Comin' back I'm rich kid
When I return, I am wealthy


Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Whether I am just starting or already established, nothing can stop me


Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga
Either cooperate with me or face the consequence of being killed


'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
If things get worse, we will invade your home or business


What, yo
Just a meaningless interjection


I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
My Five Percent Nation beliefs and symbols disturb both black and white people


Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
I have tattoos on my arms and treat women like a famous pimp


From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
I smoke marijuana and have fans worldwide


We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
We smoke weed and leave our expensive fur coats unattended


Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Most of the time, people who plot against me end up with a gun pointed at them


Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
Law enforcement investigate but cannot find any evidence against me


When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Applaud my performance as soon as you can


Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring war quick to you
Unless you hate me as much as people hate George Bush Jr., I will attack you swiftly


Porsche maneuvers through the city like New York sewers
I drive my Porsche through crowded streets like a rat through a sewer


Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
My car's exhaust stinks like horse manure and pollutes Central Park


Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
My car has large rims and advanced suspension


22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
I have a figurative 'large penis' when I am manipulating or exploiting others


Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
I am disgusted by rappers who imitate me or try to sound like me


You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
You may know my rhyming style, but you can't replicate it


50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
50 Cent and his crew are like brave Scottish warriors, and they will be loyal until death


You fake niggas imitate what I started
Fake rappers copy my original style


let's go
let's proceed or get started




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Jermain Anthony Baxter, Curtis James Jackson, Nasir Jones, Writer Unknown

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Killah Kev

natures flow is crazy! always was one of my top 10 this track is classic!

lsup710

If you say nas is boring his rhymes must be too complex for you. Nas50.

Glacier Don

This gotta be the hottest verse 50 ever spit. One of my favorite trax. Whenever I get too infected with today's pop hop and weak lyrics I come thru to cleanse myself with this real shit......

itzmurda18

“Nas always wanted to get his crew together, so he had been calling it The Firm for a minute. We had been trying different members out. We actually had 50 Cent in it for a little while. It just didn’t work out. We actually made a record too.” Poke: “Yeah. The record was out! It came out on mixtapes and the whole cycle. It was crazy. It was 50, Nas, and Nature.

Joel Hanson

My Nigga..

Joel Hanson

I actually grew up on this..fine art..this is fine poetry

JPhizzleForizzle87

I used to have this cd way back in the day. damn wish i still had it. the whole cd was real good before 50 blew up.

Sean Rose

Nas is in a different class

Eric Henry

Listening to this jam makes me to come to realize that indeed the music industry is just all about love and the trust both artists have for each other in respective of the fact that prior to this time it was speculated that both 50cent and Nas were having beef.so one Love.

Jideobi Ofomah

This was before the beef

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