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livin' in tha project - juvenile lyrics

[verse]
i’m a n-gga from the third with a h-lluva nerve
and if you cross my line then you will get served
i win, lose, or die this happens every day
m-th-f-ckas get k!lled 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 -ss, the n-gga started to kick
i went to stompin’ in his face, f-ckin’ up his sh-t
gave him a good -ss 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 -ss 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

- juvenile lyrics

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