Juvenile - Livin In The Projects Lyrics
First (only) verse:Im 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 playI put these hands on a nigga cuz he talk too much,He told my business to a *****, I had to ***** him upWhen 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 shes headed, she said 7th ward,Release the fine ***** out the st. bernard,She hopped in the ride, I take the hoe to popeyes,Got a three piece white, cold drink, and small friesThe 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,Didnt 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 Im the neighborhood amp,*****in around with the juvenile and you get your brains blown out,Cuz thats what livin all up the project is all about
