Mannie Fresh - Livin in the Projects lyrics

First (only) 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 shybe 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