Lived In The Projects

Yeah, motherfucker, that? s right
 The motherfucker in the house, Kool Keith
 Fuck all the bullshit, let? s get to the real shit, yeah
 Your rhyme touch is soft kid like a stripper? s ass
 With a touch of plastic, writin' with a local style
 Talkin' about competitive shit you never mastered
 Youse a wannabe thug nigga, you ain? t 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
 Don? t you know I? m sick nigga? Lick my dick, nigga
 Forty-four caliber killer gun toter
 Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor
 Pack your stomach in a compartment
 Old dingy fucked up Bronx apartment
 Don? t piss me off with a tec nine loaded in a bullshit street argument
 I don? t care how hard you get
 You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin' shit
 You ain? t 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 ain? t no fuckin' fat cat
 You never lived in the projects
 You ain? t no drug dealer
 You never lived in the projects
 You ain? t no drug dealer
 You never lived in the projects
 You ain? t no drug dealer
 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 won? t 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 girl? s dress
 I? m 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 don? t have a clue men how I get through men
 You never lived in the projects
 You ain? t no drug dealer
 You never lived in the projects
 You ain? t no drug dealer
 You never lived in the projects
 You ain? t no drug dealer
 You never lived in the projects
 You ain? t no drug dealer