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Geah Schaufenster Folie 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 Mobile basteln 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 Homepage 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 Billig Flyer "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... Fernsehen Internet kostenlos 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 märchen bilder 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
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(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
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Hoo-Bangin' one time, check it out Hoo-Bangin' two times, check it out Compton one time, nigga Compton two times, bitch Geah
