| Once upon a time in the projects yo
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| I damn near had to wreck a hoe
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| Yellin through the screen do' (HEY, let me in!)
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| (Big Daddy got a fifth of gin, and down to sin)
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| Baby up in two-ten, is on a nigga
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| Bendin over pickin up her mail, she can tell I’m dyin to get her
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| I’m sittin in yo' livin room, slash kitchen
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| A nigga ain’t tryin to be the fuckin groom so stop bitchin
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| I like the way that ass is switchin, answer the do'
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| Some nigga in a eighty-kay, yo' baby daddy
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| lookin like he mad at me (what) wit’cho name on his neck
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| Here we go with mo' drama in the projects
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| Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker?
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| You better take his ass in the back, and start talkin
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| Nick that bud 'fore it bloom, and start stalkin
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| I can hear you guys yellin a little strugglin
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| Youse a FOOL if you think that I’m jumpin in
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| That nigga jet, smokin on a ciggarette
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| You say domestic shit, get you soakin wet?
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| Well come widdit and get it, blow my socks
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| while I’m drinkin all the Kool-Aid, watchin Jamie Foxx
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| I’m hearin mo' knocks
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| (Oh, that’s just my people
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| They came all the way to the projects to meet you) Who?
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| This fool wearin black, his girl, in the see through
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| Distraction, a little action, I woke up
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| Tied up like (What happened? Punk you shoulda stuck to rappin
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| Niggaz tell me you got a house full of platinum.
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| Where the platinum at motherfucker?
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| I hear that shit worth more than gold!)
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| Wait a minute motherfucker, this my house!
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| Once upon a time in the projects
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| Once upon a time, once upon a time
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| I’m like baffled, they got me gaffled, with the duct tape
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| So I remain raw, in come this chainsaw
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| Another knock, it’s the girl from two-ten
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| here to drop salt, that’s when them bitches fought
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| I thought, «I bet-ta plan my escape»
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| In the midst of this commotion, Ice Cube is breakin tape
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| I’m free, bombin on the first thing I see
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| And guess who walk in, with a nine, and a grin
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| It’s the baby daddy he ain’t playin,
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| He started layin everybody down, about face with a frown
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| I’m runnin to the bedroom, I lock the do'
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| and grab the phone, the bitch phone ain’t turned on
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| I think I’m gone, that’s when I hear a soft knock
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| It’s the girl from two-ten, with her number, and a glock
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| Said, «Call me up, if it’s for sex, or chin check
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| Nigga get you a real ass bitch from the projects!»
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| And I just might do that
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| Once upon a time in the projects
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| Once upon a time, once upon a time |