Once Upon A Time N' The Ghetto Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Geah 

You know how the f**k we do it 

It's thug shit 

Y'all wit' me? 

C'mon, geah 

Hey... 

Once upon a time in the ghetto you're stuck 

In the ghetto you're f**ked 

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 

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(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? 

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, you're through" 

They found a bullet that I stashed in my shoe 

F**k, 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 

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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**ked 

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 niggas, 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 niggas, cold-ass world, catch the heaters 

Burn you bitch-ass niggas, 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 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 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, nigga 

Compton two times, bitch 

Geah