Juvenile - Livin In The Project 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 Mutha*****as 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 ***** I had to ***** 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, *****in' up his shit, Gave him a good ass 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 ass lady, Polo down, hair fixed, and some gold earrings, I asked just where she's headed, she said "7th Ward", Release the fine ***** 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 ***** "Get on", Didn't give a ***** 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, *****in' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains blown out, Cuz that's what livin' all up the project is all about
