Once Upon a Time in the Projects
Once upon a time in the projects, yo I damn near had to wreck a ho I knocked on the door - "who is it?" It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit to ya And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot She said fuck em, cause they get sparked alot I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable And then I put my nikes on the coffee table Her brother came in he's into gangbangin' Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin" I don't bang I write the good rhymes The whole scenery reminded me of good times I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up He threw up a set and then he was gone I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth And fired up the sess it was sess no doubt She said please excuse my house and all that I said yeah cause I was buzzed from the contact Lookin' at a fucked up black and white Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right She had another brother that was three years old And had a bad case of the runny nose He asked me who I was then I had to pause It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers I saw her sister that needs get her ass kicked Only thirteen and already pregnant I grabbed the forty out the bag and took a swig Cause I was getting overwhelmed by bebe kids They were runnin and playin and cursin and yellin And tellin and look at this young punk bailin I heard a knock on the door without the password And her mom's got the 12 guage mossberg The nigga said "yo, what's for sale" And the bitch came out with a bag of ya-yo She made the drop and got the 20 dollars From a smoked out fool with ring around the collar The girl I was waiting for came out I said bitch I didn't know this was a crack house I got my coat and suddenly The cop busted in and had a mac-10 pointed to my dome And I said to myself once again it's on He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin no slack Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up I said fuck how much abuse can a nigga take Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case He said get out my face and musta had a grudge His reply tell that bullshit to the judge The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin I said aiyyo bitch you better tell em somethin She started draggin and all of a sudden We all got tossed in the patty wagon Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point I had a warrant so I spent 2 weeks in the joint Now the story you heard has one little object Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects!
Written by: ANTHONY D WHEATON, O'SHEA JACKSON, BETTY MABRY
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