Livin In The Projects Lyrics

Livin In The Projects lyrics

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 cuz he talk too much,
He told my business to a bit*h, 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 ass, the nigga started to kick,
I went to stompin’ in his face, f**kin’ up his shit,
Gave him a good as* 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 as* lady,
Polo down, hair fixed, and some gold earrings,
I asked just where she’s headed, she said "7th ward",
Release the fine bit*h 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 bit*h "get on",
Didn’t give a f**k about her cuz I gave her the bone,
Everyday somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler,
Niggas roll down the ave., cuz I’m the neighborhood amp,
f**kin’ around with the juvenile and you get your brains blown out,
Cuz that’s what livin’ all up the project is all about