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First (only) Verse:
I'm a nigg* 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,
muth*fkas get killed in this game I play
I put these hands on a nigg* cuz he talk too much,
He told my business to a b*tch, I had to fk him up
When I confronted this nigg*, he got highly upset,
Took off his shirt, booted up, then looked down to my chest,
So I slammed his ass, the nigg* started to kick,
I went to stompin' in his face, fkin' up his s**t,
Gave him a good as* whippin', then I started to steppin',
I saw him reachin' in his pants, I seen he was stressin',
The was stuntin', but I had mine,
Five times through the chest, family outside cryin',
On the way back home, I saw this sharp as* 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 Rochambeaux,
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 fk about her cuz I gave her the bone,
Everyday somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler,
roll down the ave., cuz I'm the neighborhood amp,
fkin' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains blown out,
Cuz that's what livin' all up the project is all about
