Timbo King - Once Upon lyrics

[Timbo King] Once upon a crime, in the County of Kings Take it back to the '80's, when they wore back strings Adidas suits, was the sh**s, and shades was the gla**es b**hes with the fat a**es, queens in ma**es '85, crack year, dealers made c-notes Hanging at the junction, all I smell is pure weed smoke Doing wrong things at the right time, night time D's come around try'nna solve last nights crime Now, to make the story interesting Adolescence bugging with guns, knives and vestes Robberies, crime rate rises by the hour A vic' got hit, no trace of gun powder Illegal business, auto d**hs, so many charges Chop shop garages, peace to bullet dodgers Diggin' pockets, you catch a brick for a bonus The neighborhood is flooded with d**, criminal loners Around the way, peeps don't care about your feelings Guess who they follow, they role models are dealers The street surface, as it's purpose so use it Shots get bust in the park just for amusement [Interlude: Various news sample] There is outrage tonight, over the shooting Of one of New York City's finest Outrage because the accused gunman.. Is a parole k**er (from the upper westside This afternoon, rescuers removing the body Of a nine month old baby girl) A few blocks away on the upper westside Another tragedy, this one involving A nine year old boy, caught in a crossfire Of a drug dispute... [Timbo King] The youngest shorties, they drink forties like grown men Back then, you got stuck by ya own friends Statistics shows, daily scams are contagious Old people screaming out, somebody save us It got worser, even police, they wanna hurt ya A mother's too high for her baby, can't even burp her Burglar rising, inside job advising Crooked to the core, just like the St. Ide's is Dirty cops, be selling Glocks on the D.L Dice games every night, winner takes female Slapboxing, on the reg', you show knuckle sk**s I don't see, nothing wrong with a little pumpin' krills Budget cuts, City Hall don't really give a damn Aunt Jemima's real, but what about my Uncle Sam? He's living foul, empty vials in the playground Kids don't watch cartoons, they got guns now Read the paper, stressed out, I can't take it The laws are too strict, that's why criminals break it You got heart? Heads will fear you and dear you Once upon a crime in a place that's near you [Chorus 2X: Timbo King] Crime pays, in many ways, different catagories The street glory, now guess who got the phatter story Now, to make the story interesting Adolescense bugging with guns, knives and vestes