Livin In The Projects Lyrics - Solja Rags - Juvenile

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