Just Another Day In The Projects

[Verse 1: Nas] I had a dream, I was a gangster drinking Moets, holding techs Making sure the cash is correct, then I stepped Investments in stock, sewing up the blocks 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 working 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 rock Cause if I do a minute on the rock The juries getting knocked I'm 'bout girls, that kept braggin' Cause I own all the runner-ups in every States Beauty Pagent Inside a lamborgini, called the Martini Little kids in the streets, they wanna be me I'm living in a mansion, hold a niggas 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 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 [Hook: Piano hook] [Jungle] Yea Nas, nigga Word Life Kid [Verse 2: Nas] 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 Police 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! [Hook: Piano Hook]