Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lived In The Projects, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Matthew, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 26.07.2000
Record label: funky ass, Threshold
Song language: English
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 cast |
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-9 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 |
Chorus: Kool Keith |
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 30-shot carbine under my Dominican shirt |
Submachine in the duffle bag |
Watchin Sesame Street with my daughter, peepin Ernie and Bert |
With backstage passes, wearin a long trenchcoat |
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 |