lived in the projects lyrics – kool keith

yeah, motherf*cker, that? s right
the motherf*cker in the house, kool keith
f*ck all the bullsh*t, let? s get to the real sh*t, yeah

your rhyme touch is soft kid like a stripper? s *ss
with a touch of plastic, writin’ with a local style
talkin’ about compet*tive sh*t you never mastered
youse a wannabe thug n*gg*, you ain? t bugged n*gg*

i cut your b*tch-*ss up, leave your legs under the rug n*gg*
who want the whiplash? cigarette burns
broken face hair pinned up in a ast
me standin’ on the top of your tour bus

b*tt naked with a f*ckin’ hockey mask
slicin’ your cashmere with a sharp 7-up gl*ss
don? t you know i? m sick n*gg*? lick my d*ck, n*gg*
forty-four caliber killer gun toter

hide your kneecaps in a lexus motor
pack your stomach in a compartment
old dingy f*cked up bronx apartment
don? t p*ss me off with a tec nine loaded in a bullsh*t street argument

i don? t care how hard you get
you just another man that never lived in the projects poppin’ sh*t
you ain? t stoppin’ sh*t, f*ck that batman and robin sh*t
and what block you with, kneel down

make a n*gg* like you call me big ernest
bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace
watch the thermostat, you ain? t no f*ckin’ 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 p*ss out of one of you untalented rap motherf*ckers
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 p*sses, 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 f*ckin’ bulletproof vest
i got time for motherf*ckers actin’ like elliot ness

winchester sawed off blow your rolex through your f*ckin’ 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 n*gg* 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

/ kool keith lyrics