Livin In The Projects

First (only) Verse: I'm a nigga from the third with a helluva nerve, And if you cross my line then you will get served, I win, lose, or die this happens everyday, Muthaf**kas get killed in this game I play I put these hands on a nigga 'cause he talk too much, He told my business to a bitch, I had to f**k him up When I confronted this nigga, he got highly upset, Took off his shirt, booted up, then looked down to my chest, So I slammed his a*s, the nigga started to kick, I went to stompin' in his face, f**kin' up his shit, Gave him a good a*s whippin', then I started to steppin', I saw him reachin' in his pants, I seen he was stressin', The niggas was stuntin', but I had mine, Five times through the chest, family outside cryin', On the way back home, I saw this sharp a*s lady, Polo down, hair fixed, and some gold earrings, I asked just where she's headed, she said "7th Ward", Release the fine bitch out the St. Bernard, She hopped in the ride, I take the hoe to Popeye's, Got a three piece white, cold drink, and small fries The hoe got full, we went to the Rochambeaux, Took off her clothes and bust three nuts and after that I was through, Took her halfway home and told the bitch "Get on", Didn't give a f**k about her 'cause I gave her the bone, Everyday somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler, Niggas roll down the ave., 'cause I'm the neighborhood amp, f**kin' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains blown out, 'cause that's what livin' all up the project is all about