Geah
You know how the fuck we do it
It`s thug shit
Y`all wit` me?
C`mon, geah
Hey...
Once upon a time in the ghetto you`re stuck
In the ghetto you`re fucked
Ah - press your luck
I said once upon a time in the ghetto
You`re through
Once upon a time in the ghetto
It`s like you
Check it out
(Verse 1)
My life has been like gun blast every night
Stop the car, searched down with a flashlight
Where`s the gun? Where`s the dope?
The drive-by last week they try to pin, there`s no hope
Wishin` I wasn`t the victim, better yet the suspect
Waitin to run a warrant check
What set you from? What side of town?
Nigga like you must be ready to get down
Hold up now, cause I start to speak my mind
I question the place of the ride and what time
Speak your mind one more time, you`re through
They found a bullet that I stashed in my shoe
Fuck, now they gon` tear up the car
Try to lock me in a cell that`s as tight as a jar
But that`s the way it`s goin` down, the gang story`s told
Tomorrow might be the same episode
Chorus...
Once upon a time n` the ghetto you`re through
Once upon a time n` the ghetto I`m like you
Once upon a time n` the ghetto you`re stuck
In the ghetto you`re fucked
Ah - press your luck
I said...
(Verse 2)
Y`all can follow me, see how gangstas walk
Real killas spit the strap and don`t talk
Set trip, murder at night, we stalk
Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the chalk
I keeps my enemies close
Last night seen a life straight turn to ghost
My position is to roll through round-the-clock
Keeps watch on the one times down the block
You hear the click with the bang-bang, then you stop
Try to run, but the chest burn makes you drop
My comrads and criminals through hard time
I ride for y`all niggas, pop goes my nine
I do the crime, the point is mine
Look around the clockwork, it ain`t hard to find
Any block, ward or burrough, you know what I speak
Your clients all cross the street if yo` product is weak
Chorus...
(Verse 3)
Y`all fools come up short on the work and try to cheat us
Cold niggas, cold-ass world, catch the heaters
Burn you bitch-ass niggas, you can`t beat us
Another life lost, you never will defeat us
Gun smoke`s the outcome I predict
Locked down, never that, nickel slick
Try to cheat a nigga for dollars, holla holla
Is the sound that you make for cuttin` off the cake
Fake niggas, I hate yo` face, niggas
Seal your fate, no safety on the triggers
Ditches for the bodies I dump I dig bigger
Puttin mo` dick to ya than Dirk Diggler
Static cling, bust straps, you ears ring
Funeral day, the sad songs to sing
Nigga shoulda known by now it`s mines
Step now or charriots will swing
Chorus...
Hoo-Bangin` one time, check it out
Hoo-Bangin` two times, check it out
Compton one time, nigga
Compton two times, bitch
Geah
