Testo Once upon a time n' the ghetto Mc Eiht

Once upon a time n' the ghetto

Geah
You know how the fuck we do it
Its thug shit
Yall wit me?
Cmon, geah

Hey...
Once upon a time in the ghetto youre stuck
In the ghetto youre fucked
Ah - press your luck
I said once upon a time in the ghetto
Youre through
Once upon a time in the ghetto
Its like you

Check it out

(verse 1)
My life has been like gun blast every night
Stop the car, searched down with a flashlight
Wheres the gun? wheres the dope?
The drive-by last week they try to pin, theres no hope
Wishin I wasnt 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, youre 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 thats as tight as a jar
But thats the way its goin down, the gang storys told
Tomorrow might be the same episode

Chorus...

Once upon a time n the ghetto youre through
Once upon a time n the ghetto Im like you
Once upon a time n the ghetto youre stuck
In the ghetto youre fucked
Ah - press your luck
I said...

(verse 2)
Yall can follow me, see how gangstas walk
Real killas spit the strap and dont 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 yall niggas, pop goes my nine
I do the crime, the point is mine
Look around the clockwork, it aint 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)
Yall 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 cant beat us
Another life lost, you never will defeat us
Gun smokes 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 its 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