Lived In The Projects

Yeah mother******.. that's right..

The mother****** in the house.. kool keith..

************* all the bull*************t, let's get to the real *************t..

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 *************t you never mastered

Youse a wannabe thug *************, you ain't bugged *************

I cut your *************-ass up, leave your legs under the rug *************

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 ****** hockey mask

Slicin your cashmere with a sharp 7-up glass

Don't you know i'm sick *************?　lick my ************* *************!

Forty-four caliber killer gun-toter

Hide your kneecaps in a lexus motor

Pack your stomach in a compar******ent

Old dingy ****** up bronx apar******ent

Don't piss me off with a tec-9 loaded in a bull*************t street argument

I don't care how hard you get

You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin *************t

You ain't stoppin *************t, ************* that ba******an and robin *************t

And what block you with

Kneel down, make a ************* like you call me big ernest

Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace

Watch the thermostat, you ain't no ****** 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 mother******s

Bodyguards won't work

With a 30-shot car bomb under my dominican *************rt

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 ************* 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 ****** bulletproof vest

I got time for mother******s actin like elliot ness

Winchester sawed off blow your rolex through your ****** 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 ************* western union

You don't have a clue men how i get through men

*repeat chorus 4x*