Just Another Day In The Projects
I had a dream I was
A gangster, drinkin' Moets, holdin' Tecs
Makin' sure the cash is correct, then I step
Investments in stock
Sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
Winnin' gun fights with the cops
Custom made suit's
Hands full of ice and gold
Makin' thousand dollar bets on
The dice I rolled
Girls workin' night patrol, the whore market
When I walk
Niggas is rollin' out the red carpet
Now, how good could a black man have it?
Livin' like a king is a habit
I keep a automatic
The whole crew's life is love above word
Rumors about the way we
Make niggas well heard
Nicknamed the "Killa Clan"
Soon to kill a man
If there's still a gram, I shake my left hand
And not do a minute on the rock
'Cause if I do a minute on the rock
The jury's gettin' knocked
About girls I kept braggin'
'Cause I owned all the runner-ups
In every state's beauty pageant
Inside my Lamborghini, pour you a Martini
Little kids in the streets, they wanna be me
I'm livin' in a mansion
Hold a nigga's wife for ransom
I'm like a rich Charles Manson
A view, backyard, about 40 acres
You read about me in the papers
I hit the jackpot every night
From all my crack spots
We attack cops for props
I got sons with guns, they all done crimes
They so wild
They even scare my ass sometimes
Other niggas on the blocks is so corny
I got my dime
I'm lookin like someone smoke for me
Bad bitches kissin' my ass
I got a few mill in the
Stash with beds made of cash
But on my head was a price
I made the bad-guys in Miami-Vice look nice
All of a sudden, I got raided
My crib was invaded
But the Nas still made it to the getaway car
And now my drivin' skills gotta be up to par
The cops caught the car and sprayed
Till it was smoked up that's when I woke up
Yeah Nas, nigga word life, kid
The whole thing was a nightmare
I fell asleep watchin' Scarface
Layin' in the chair standin' on the block
It was flooded with cops
Through the parks was the D's and the Narcs
Watchin' me walkin' out my building
Starin' and hawkin' shit, but I as fortunate
I usually be goin' out with the 9
Instead, I had 10 bucks to buy a dime
Bag of weed, never cracks, I ain't with that
I bought Buddha, some Phillies and a Kit-Kat
Now I'm walkin' back through
The drug infested area
Which was filled with hysteria
When a cop yelled, "Come here, black"
I thought to myself
"What part of the game is that?"
I didn't do no crime for you
To be wastin' your time
With your antagonistic mind
He said that I was bein'
Smart and I better run
He looked like a Klansman with a gun
So, I started floatin'
Police in Queensbridge, they don't be jokin'
I ran up my crib, in the nick of time
Rolled up a Phillie and stashed the 9
Police later left
I was outta breath and what not
Somebody got shot, that why it's hot
I called my man and told him the adventure
And later, I meet him at the community center
I need a six pack of Beck's
It's Just Another Day in the Projects!