Livin In the Project

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,