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Mc Eiht - Once Upon A Time N' The Ghetto

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Geah
You know how the fk we do it
It's thug s**t
Y'all wit' me? 
C'mon, geah

Hey...
Once upon a time in the ghetto you're stuck
In the ghetto you're fked
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?
nigg* 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
fk, 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 fked
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  , 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  , cold-ass world, catch the heaters
Burn you b*tch-ass  , 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 nigg* for dollars, "holla holla"
Is the sound that you make for cuttin' off the cake
Fake  , I hate yo' face,  
Seal your fate, no safety on the triggers
Ditches for the bodies I dump I dig bigger
Puttin mo' d*ck to ya than Dirk Diggler
Static cling, bust straps, you ears ring
Funeral day, the sad songs to sing
nigg* 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, nigg*
Compton two times, b*tch
Geah