Verse:
I'm a n***a 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**as get k**ed in this game I play
I put these hands on a n***a cuz he talk too much,
He told my business to a b**h, I had to f** him up
When I confronted this n***a, he got highly upset,
Took off his shirt, booted up, then looked down to my chest,
So I slammed his a**, the n***a started to kick,
I went to stompin' in his face, f**in' up his sh**,
Gave him a good a** whippin', then I started to steppin',
I saw him reachin' in his pants, I seen he was stressin',
The n***as was stuntin', but I had mine,
Five times through the chest, family outside cryin',
On the way back home, I saw this sharp a** lady,
Polo down, hair fixed, and some gold earrings,
I asked just where she's headed, she said "7th Ward",
Release the fine b**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 b**h "Get on",
Didn't give a f** about her cuz I gave her the bone,
Everyday somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler,
n***as roll down the ave., cuz I'm the neighborhood amp,
f**in' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains blown out,
Cuz that's what livin' all up the project is all about