Livin in the Projects

[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, Muthafuckas 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 bitch, I had to fuck 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, fuckin` 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 bitch 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 bitch "Get on", Didn`t give a fuck 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, Fuckin` around with the Juvenile and you get your brains blown out, Cuz that`s what livin` all up the project is all about