NAS - Just Another Day In Projects lyrics

rate me

I had a dream, I was a gangsta, drinking Moets, hold tecs

Making sure the cash is correct, then I stepped

Investments and stocks, strolling up the block

To sell rocks, winning gun fights with the cops

Custom-made suits, hands full of ice and gold

Making thousand dollar bets on the dice I rolled

Girls on the night patrol, the whore market

When I walk, niggas is rolling out the red carpet

Now how good could a black man have it?

Living 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 is still a gram,

I shake my left hand

And not do a minute on the block

Cause if I do a minute on the rock

The juries getting knocked

I'm bout girls, that keep braggin

Cause I own the all the runner-ups in every States Beauty Pagent

Inside my lamborgini, called the Martini

Little kids in the streets, they wanna be me

I'm living in a mansion, holding niggas wives 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, it's so corny

I got my dime, I'm lookin like someone smoke for me

Bad bitches kissing 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 driving skills got to 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 watching Scarface

Laying in the chair

Standing on the block

It was flooded with cops

Through the parks... Was the D's and the Narcs

Watching me walking out my building

Staring and hawkin shit

But I as fortunate

I usually be going 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 walking back, through the drug infested area

Which is 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 wasting your time,

With your antagonistic mind

He said that I was being smart and I better run

He looked like a Klans-man with a gun

So I started floating

Polce in Queensbridge, they don't be joking

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, I'm vexed

It's Just Another Day in the Projects!