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 stepped
Investments in stock, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
Winnin' gun fights with the cops
Custom-made suits, 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 an automatic
The whole crew 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 juries 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 parked the car and sprayed till it was smoked up
That's when I woke up
Yea 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 buildin
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 Klans-man 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 Philly 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!