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