Geah
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You know how the fuck we do it
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It's thug shit
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Y'all wit' me?
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C'mon, geah
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Hey...
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Once upon a time in the ghetto you're stuck
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In the ghetto you're fucked
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Ah - press your luck
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I said once upon a time in the ghetto
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You're through
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Once upon a time in the ghetto
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It's like you
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Check it out
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(Verse 1)
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My life has been like gun blast every night
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Stop the car, searched down with a flashlight
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"Where's the gun? Where's the dope?"
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The drive-by last week they try to pin, there's no hope
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Wishin' I wasn't the victim, better yet the suspect
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Waitin to run a warrant check
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"What set you from? What side of town?
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Nigga like you must be ready to get down"
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Hold up now, cause I start to speak my mind
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I question the place of the ride and what time
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"Speak your mind one more time, you're through"
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They found a bullet that I stashed in my shoe
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Fuck, now they gon' tear up the car
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Try to lock me in a cell that's as tight as a jar
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But that's the way it's goin' down, the gang story's told
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Tomorrow might be the same episode
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Chorus...
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Once upon a time n' the ghetto you're through
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Once upon a time n' the ghetto I'm like you
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Once upon a time n' the ghetto you're stuck
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In the ghetto you're fucked
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Ah - press your luck
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I said...
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(Verse 2)
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Y'all can follow me, see how gangstas walk
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Real killas spit the strap and don't talk
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Set trip, murder at night, we stalk
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Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the chalk
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I keeps my enemies close
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Last night seen a life straight turn to ghost
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My position is to roll through round-the-clock
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Keeps watch on the one times down the block
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You hear the click with the bang-bang, then you stop
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Try to run, but the chest burn makes you drop
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My comrads and criminals through hard time
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I ride for y'all niggas, pop goes my nine
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I do the crime, the point is mine
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Look around the clockwork, it ain't hard to find
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Any block, ward or burrough, you know what I speak
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Your clients all cross the street if yo' product is weak
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Chorus...
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(Verse 3)
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Y'all fools come up short on the work and try to cheat us
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Cold niggas, cold-ass world, catch the heaters
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Burn you bitch-ass niggas, you can't beat us
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Another life lost, you never will defeat us
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Gun smoke's the outcome I predict
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Locked down, never that, nickel slick
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Try to cheat a nigga for dollars, "holla holla"
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Is the sound that you make for cuttin' off the cake
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Fake niggas, I hate yo' face, niggas
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Seal your fate, no safety on the triggers
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Ditches for the bodies I dump I dig bigger
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Puttin mo' dick to ya than Dirk Diggler
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Static cling, bust straps, you ears ring
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Funeral day, the sad songs to sing
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Nigga shoulda known by now it's mines
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Step now or charriots will swing
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Chorus...
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Hoo-Bangin' one time, check it out
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Hoo-Bangin' two times, check it out
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Compton one time, nigga
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Compton two times, bitch
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Geah
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Once Upon a Time n' the Ghetto
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MC Eiht |