Lived In The Projects Lyrics - Matthew - Kool Keith

Yeah, motherfucker, thats right 

The motherfucker in the house, Kool Keith 

Fuck all the bullshit, lets get to the real shit, yeah 

Your rhyme touch is soft kid like a strippers ass 

With a touch of plastic, writin' with a local style 

Talkin' about competitive shit you never mastered 

Youse a wannabe thug nigga, you aint bugged nigga 

I cut your bitch-ass up, leave your legs under the rug nigga 

Who want the whiplash? cigarette burns 

Broken face hair pinned up in a AST 

Me standin' on the top of your tour bus 

Butt naked with a fuckin' hockey mask 

Slicin' your cashmere with a sharp 7-up glass 

Dont you know Im sick nigga? Lick my dick, nigga 

Forty-four caliber killer gun toter 

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Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor 

Pack your stomach in a compartment 

Old dingy fucked up Bronx apartment 

Dont piss me off with a tec nine loaded in a bullshit street argument 

I dont care how hard you get 

You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin' shit 

You aint stoppin' shit, fuck that Batman and Robin shit 

And what block you with, kneel down 

Make a nigga like you call me Big Ernest 

Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace 

Watch the thermostat, you aint no fuckin' fat cat 

You never lived in the projects 

You aint no drug dealer 

You never lived in the projects 

You aint no drug dealer 

You never lived in the projects 

You aint no drug dealer 

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Rude bwoy with a temper like a Jamaican off a Haitian boat 

Carribean ruckus with an Elvis wig 

Slap the piss out of one of you untalented rap motherfuckers 

Bodyguards wont work with a thirty shot car bomb 

Under my Dominican shirt, sub machine in the duffle bag 

Watchin' sesame street with my daughter, peepin Ernie and Bert 

With backstage passes, wearin a long trench coat 

Get Morris in your projects and Jackson 

In a Madison Square Garden concert 

Ready for CBS and NBC, to do a big network 

The average guy, havin' a product manager 

And a female publicist wearin' a fuckin' bulletproof vest 

I got time for motherfuckers actin' like Elliot Ness 

Winchester sawed off blow your Rolex through your fuckin' chest 

Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girls dress 

Im ready for more progress, have your head sent home 

And a piece of your leg sittin' on the record company desk 

Extort like a mad nigga Western Union 

You dont have a clue men how I get through men 

You never lived in the projects 

You aint no drug dealer 

You never lived in the projects 

You aint no drug dealer 

You never lived in the projects 

You aint no drug dealer 

You never lived in the projects 

You aint no drug dealer