I'm a nigga from the third with a helluva nerve,
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And if you cross my line then you will get served,
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I win, lose, or die this happens everyday,
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Muthafuckas get killed in this game I play
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I put these hands on a nigga cuz he talk too much,
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He told my business to a bitch, I had to fuck him up
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When I confronted this nigga, he got highly upset,
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Took off his shirt, booted up, then looked down to my chest,
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So I slammed his ass, the nigga started to kick,
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I went to stompin' in his face, fuckin' up his shit,
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Gave him a good ass whippin', then I started to steppin',
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I saw him reachin' in his pants, I seen he was stressin',
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The niggas was stuntin', but I had mine,
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Five times through the chest, family outside cryin',
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On the way back home, I saw this sharp ass lady,
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Polo down, hair fixed, and some gold earrings,
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I asked just where she's headed, she said "7th Ward",
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Release the fine bitch out the St. Bernard,
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She hopped in the ride, I take the hoe to Popeye's,
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Got a three piece white, cold drink, and small fries
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The hoe got full, we went to the Rochambeaux,
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Took off her clothes and bust three nuts and after that I was through,
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Took her halfway home and told the bitch "Get on",
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Didn't give a fuck about her cuz I gave her the bone,
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Everyday somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler,
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Niggas roll down the ave., cuz I'm the neighborhood amp,
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Fuckin' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains blown out,
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Cuz that's what livin' all up the project is all about
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Livin' In The Projects
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| Juvenile |
