เนื้อเพลง Livin in The Projects - Juvenile

[First (only) Verse:]

I'm a n*gga 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*ckas get killed in this game I play
I put these hands on a n*gga cuz he talk too much,
He told my business to a b*tch, I had to f*ck him up
When I confronted this n*gga, he got highly upset,
Took off his shirt, booted up, then looked down to my chest,
So I slammed his ass, the n*gga started to kick,
I went to stompin' in his face, f*ckin' up his sh*t,
Gave him a good ass whippin', then I started to steppin',
I saw him reachin' in his pants, I seen he was stressin',
The n*ggas 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 b*tch 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*tch "Get on",
Didn't give a f*ck about her cuz I gave her the bone,
Everyday somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler,
N*ggas roll down the ave., cuz I'm the neighborhood amp,
F*ckin' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains blown out,
Cuz that's what livin' all up the project is all about