| Lyrics: | 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 |
