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1nce Upon a Time
505
Hip-Hop/Rap
1nce Upon a Time was released on February 18, 1997 by Capitol Records as a part of the album Tru 2 Da Game
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Release DateFebruary 18, 1997
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tru
Tru
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C-Loc
C-Loc
Composer
Silkk the Shocker
Silkk the Shocker
Composer
Steven Dewayne Carrell
Steven Dewayne Carrell
Composer
Craig Lawson
Craig Lawson
Composer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Once upon a time in a crack house (A crack house)
A **** was chopping up a ki' (A ki')
It was drought season (Season), and everybody was fiending (Fiending)
So they had to come and buy they dope from me (From me)
[Verse 1]
It all started back in the crack house
When I was counting up some dope and some mail (Mail)
Now beaucoup pagers for sale (Sale)
But I ain't have no more fucking yale (Yale)
I has to get me some more (More)
But all the dope when I'm stupid move kinda slow (Fuck)
Black Adam, we gon' bust down in Texas (Texas)
You know that's where I get my dope at (Dope at)
Taz was sweating kinda harder (Harder)
So I couldn't get that plane ride to Georgia (Georgia)
But just remember that I was sitting on that thang
And that half that I got down in Florida (Florida)
I had a bird, but I chopped it up
And I put it down to rocks (Rocks)
That's when I made my come-up (Come-up)
When I hit my fucking block (Block)
Fiends was constant fucking sweating (Sweating)
Couldn't get out the door (Door)
I chop dimes to nickels (Nickels)
Fuckers'll drop seeds and chop some more (More)
Tens was going for twenties (Twenties)
Twenties going for fifty (Fifty)
You need some yale, holler at your **** (****)
Or just come and get me (Get me)
[Bridge]
Dear God, can You hear me?
My love for money's gonna kill me
Got me selling crack to Your children
And it's a shame because I love how I'm living
[Verse 2]
Peeking out the window, tryna cope with a blunt of that indo
Paranoid as the fuck while I'm breaking down this kilo
Like some money to be made, ain't had dope in four days
As the fiends knock, I keep off the block 'til mister gets paid
Selling phat packs, when I first react, it's like that
Pay man in flat
Throwing this block of dope tryna make my money back
Front you something, bitch, front me some dollars
But if you ain't got no G's, shit, ****, I can't holler
'Cause way down in the bayou swamps
Where **** quick to get with some funk
This hard as the fucker come-up
So the last thing I need is a begging motherfucker
Stay strapped up, run up if you will and get tapped up
The dope gang, fuck
I live for it, **** quick to kill for it
Made ten G's today, 'bout to get up and outie
(Loc, why don't you let your bro hold ten dollars?)
Shit, I ain't got it
Written by: C-Loc, Craig Lawson, Silkk the Shocker, Steven Dewayne Carrell
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