Nas — Just Another Day In The Projects

[Verse 1: Nas] 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 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 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 [Hook: Piano hook] [Jungle] Yeah Nas, nigga Word life, kid [Verse 2: Nas] 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! [Hook: Piano Hook]