Once Upon a Time - Jim Jones, Cam'Ron

A couple funerals, hit the mass up

Then the feds scooped half of the whole hood up

Couple niggas start pointing fingers

Around the town, back to the base to dropping to have a hot single

Half the whole world saying what’s up

And the fans were tryin to see what was up

But fuck y’all!

They nare witness, who said they bought something or sold something to me

Niggas all in my business

And this that real life, no bullshittin'

This that straight facts, no fiction

I see ho nigga, and I just feel friction

Give them one to they head, leave they top missin'

Top missin, like my new car

Rock glistenin', two broads

Watch clickin', I’m too hard, stop bitchin'

Shit get high, fuck it when the shots hit him

Same game, they got Pac missin'

Big too, they put y’all in the same place

I hope when they hit me dawg they put me in the same place

I’m in a place where you can get bombed on

Same time you turning your car on, shots fired

We all know the con artist slippin'

So I keep big hammers in every car I’m whippin'

Just in case we catch a 48 hour victim

And they can up and get em and I will not forget him

I look around man, the game is tryna pull me in

But if I go back it’s not half, nigga I’m fully in

The coke sales, murdering, the bullyin'

Nigga fuck what it coulda been

I swear to God you young punks don’t want me in the hood again

It’s only jail or the grave is where they gonna put me in

In my day I done ducked about a dozen beats

I’m from Harlem man, you get killed over your cousin’s beef

The only never fear I had was when I hugged the streets

We say life’s a bitch but I love the streets

Shit I got this Porsche out it too

And I love rockin' Air Forces, of course…

We rich niggas from Porsche to Aston IIs

Bitch niggas of course we’ll blast at you