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Juvenile

"Livin’ In Tha Project"

[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 every day
Muthaf*ckas get killed in this game I play
I put these hands on a n*gga 'cause 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 shybe 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 Rochambeau
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 'cause I gave her the bone
Every day somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler
n*ggas roll down the ave., 'cause I'm the neighborhood amp
f*ckin' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains blown out
'Cause that's what livin' all up the project is all about

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