Once Upon A Time N' The Ghetto Lyrics
| Song | Once Upon A Time N' The Ghetto |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | N' My Neighborhood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Green, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| You know how the fuck 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 fucked | |
| 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? | |
| 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 | |
| Fuck, 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 fucked | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Green, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| You know how the fuck 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 fucked | |
| 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 driveby 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 | |
| Fuck, 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 fucked | |
| 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 roundtheclock | |
| Keeps watch on the one times down the block | |
| You hear the click with the bangbang, 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, coldass world, catch the heaters | |
| Burn you bitchass 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... | |
| Hoobangin' one time, check it out | |
| Hoobangin' two times, check it out | |
| Compton one time, nigga | |
| Compton two times, bitch | |
| Geah |
| zuò cí : Green, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| You know how the fuck 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 fucked | |
| 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 driveby 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 | |
| Fuck, 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 fucked | |
| 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 roundtheclock | |
| Keeps watch on the one times down the block | |
| You hear the click with the bangbang, 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, coldass world, catch the heaters | |
| Burn you bitchass 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... | |
| Hoobangin' one time, check it out | |
| Hoobangin' two times, check it out | |
| Compton one time, nigga | |
| Compton two times, bitch | |
| Geah |
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