KOOL KEITH - Lived In The Projects lyrics
rate me[kool keith]<br>Yeah motherfucker.. that's right..<br>The motherfucker in the house.. kool keith..<br>Fuck all the bullshit, let's get to the real shit..<br>Yeah..<br><br>Your rhyme touch is soft kid<br>Like a stripper's ass with a touch of plastic<br>Writin with a local style<br>Talkin about competitive shit you never mastered<br>Youse a wannabe thug nigga, you ain't bugged nigga<br>I cut your bitch-ass up, leave your legs under the rug nigga<br>Who want the whiplash? <br>Cigarette burns, broken face hair pinned up in a cast<br>Me standin on the top of your tour bus<br>Butt-naked with a fuckin hockey mask<br>Slicin your cashmere with a sharp 7-up glass<br>Don't you know I'm sick nigga? lick my dick nigga!<br>Forty-four caliber killer gun-toter<br>Hide your kneecaps in a lexus motor<br>Pack your stomach in a compartment<br>Old dingy fucked up bronx apartment<br>Don't piss me off with a tec-9 loaded in a bullshit street argument<br>I don't care how hard you get<br>You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin shit<br>You ain't stoppin shit, fuck that batman and robin shit<br>And what block you with<br>Kneel down, make a nigga like you call me big ernest<br>Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace<br>Watch the thermostat, you ain't no fuckin fat cat<br><br>Chorus: kool keith<br><br>[sung] you never lived in the projects!<br>You ain't no drug dealer<br><br>*repeat chorus 3x*<br><br>[kool keith]<br>Rude bwoy with a temper like a jamaican off a haitian boat<br>Carribean ruckus - with an elvis wig<br>Slap the piss out of one of you untalented rap motherfuckers<br>Bodyguards won't work<br>With a 30-shot car bomb under my dominican shirt<br>Submachine in the duffle bag<br>Watchin sesame street with my daughter, peepin ernie and bert<br>With backstage passes, wearin a long trenchcoat<br>Get morris in your projects<br>And jackson in a madison square garden concert<br>Ready for cbs and nbc, to do a big network<br>The average guy, havin a product manager<br>And a female publicist wearin a fuckin bulletproof vest<br>I got time for motherfuckers actin like elliot ness<br>Winchester sawed off blow your rolex through your fuckin chest<br>Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl's dress<br>I'm ready for more progress<br>Have your head sent home<br>And a piece of your leg sittin on the record company desk<br>Extort like a mad nigga western union<br>You don't have a clue men how I get through men<br><br>*repeat chorus 4x*
