Slicin' your cashmere with a sharp 7-up glass
You never lived in the projects
And what block you with, kneel down
Bodyguards wont work with a thirty shot car bomb
Forty-four caliber killer gun toter
Under my Dominican shirt, sub machine in the duffle bag
You aint no drug dealer
Dont you know Im sick nigga? Lick my dick, nigga
You aint no drug dealer
Dont piss me off with a tec nine loaded in a bullshit street argument
Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor
Rude bwoy with a temper like a Jamaican off a Haitian boat
I dont care how hard you get
Butt naked with a fuckin' hockey mask
Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girls dress
Old dingy fucked up Bronx apartment
You dont have a clue men how I get through men
Fuck all the bullshit, lets get to the real shit, yeah
You aint no drug dealer
Im ready for more progress, have your head sent home
Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace
You never lived in the projects
You never lived in the projects
Pack your stomach in a compartment
You aint stoppin' shit, fuck that Batman and Robin shit
Extort like a mad nigga Western Union
Carribean ruckus with an Elvis wig
Who want the whiplash? cigarette burns
You aint no drug dealer
I cut your bitch-ass up, leave your legs under the rug nigga
You never lived in the projects
I got time for motherfuckers actin' like Elliot Ness
You aint no drug dealer
Get Morris in your projects and Jackson
With backstage passes, wearin a long trench coat
You never lived in the projects
Broken face hair pinned up in a AST
You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin' shit
You never lived in the projects
You never lived in the projects
Make a nigga like you call me Big Ernest
And a piece of your leg sittin' on the record company desk
Watch the thermostat, you aint no fuckin' fat cat
Your rhyme touch is soft kid like a strippers ass
And a female publicist wearin' a fuckin' bulletproof vest
Talkin' about competitive shit you never mastered
The average guy, havin' a product manager
With a touch of plastic, writin' with a local style
Watchin' sesame street with my daughter, peepin Ernie and Bert
Me standin' on the top of your tour bus
Slap the piss out of one of you untalented rap motherfuckers
You aint no drug dealer
Ready for CBS and NBC, to do a big network
In a Madison Square Garden concert
Winchester sawed off blow your Rolex through your fuckin' chest
Youse a wannabe thug nigga, you aint bugged nigga
