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Versurile Juvenile - Livin In The Projects
Versuri 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
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