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