Young Tre - Once Upon a Time n' the Ghetto lyrics

Geah You know how the f** we do it It's thug sh** Y'all wit' me? C'mon, geah Hey... Once upon a time in the ghetto you're stuck In the ghetto you're f**ed 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? n***a 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 f**, 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 f**ed Ah - press your luck I said... (Verse 2) Y'all can follow me, see how gangstas walk Real k**as 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 n***as, 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 n***as, cold-a** world, catch the heaters Burn you b**h-a** n***as, 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 n***a for dollars, "holla holla" Is the sound that you make for cuttin' off the cake Fake n***as, I hate yo' face, n***as 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 n***a 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, n***a Compton two times, b**h Geah