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Kool Keith - Lived in the Projects lyrics
[Kool Keith] 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 [sung] You never lived in the projects! You ain't no drug dealer *repeat Chorus 3X* [Kool Keith] 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 car bomb under my Dominican shirt Submachine in the duffle bag Watchin Sesame Street with my daughter, pee |
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