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