(The curse, the curse) Do the math

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math

I start to scream shit like "May day, may day"
Cos motherfuckers think it's all grav-ay wit my pay day
And like I said, it's the curse of money
They start laughin at your jokes when they ain't that funny (Ha ha ha)
See this ass kissin yes man
Shakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an
Fuck every phony ass nigga round me
Stick a shaft up your ass like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!)
Got to have some gas money if you goin
If not who you fuckin? Who you flowin? Who you owin?
In '98 don't shit come free
Not even hard rhymes that's describin these hard times

(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, do it
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, aha
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math, ooh wee

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
I just laugh (haha), the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math

[Mack 10]
To relax I smoke a stick, the shit make me sick
Gotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my dick
No time for drama, busters get sprayed
Bitches wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody)
Motherfuckers, sweat me like a spy
They wanna kick it cos I, got the curse of mulah
Make me wanna start scrappin and look at me to make it happen
What the fuck was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin ?!? Tell me
(What the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figures
when I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger? (Ch-ching)
Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn green
And everytime I'm seen it's like people start to fiend

It's the curse

[Ice Cube]
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (aha)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (1 million, 2 million)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (3 million)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
Yeah they do
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop (Motherfuckers)
I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math (Better do it)

(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
Get the fuck outta here
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
With dollar signs in your eyes
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (Ha ha, sheeit)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math

[Outro - Ice Cube]
Leave your ass broke
Rabbit ears, nigga for pockets, haha he
I'm cursed! Hahaha, but I love it

"The Peckin' Order"
(feat. Mack 10)

"In the deep and dark bowels of the underworld,
order must be maintained.
Without a strict and unforgiving chain of command,
chaos is inevitable."

[Ice Cube]
Whassup youngsta?
Since you the new booty, and don't know nothin,
I got to show you bout the peckin order
It's the order in how we do things and move things
See, somebody gon' tell you what to do
after I tell that motherfucker what to do

It's the peckin order [echo]
It's the peckin order [echo]

We got the power to make you niggaz sour
Big fish whale like Ichikowa, steppin out the shower
It's the peckin order, ask ya daugther how we peck
Inspect, high class ass to projects
Push my Lex through the California rain, gutter lane
Infamous schemes on the brain
for my connect gang, put a strain on every link
in our chain, that's right - we all get arraigned
Takin sworn notes to makin c-notes
Knowin all the while that bullshit floats and niggaz don't
So nigga don't - gangsta paradise ain't nuttin nice

Yeah we livin so trife we need Je-sus in our life

[Chorus: Ice Cube, Mack 10]

[Cube]
It's the peckin order
[Mack]
It's the order how we do things
and move things, only fuck with the true things

[Ice Cube]
Havin heavy intercourse with the world of depression
Messin with the wrong bitches never learn our lesson
Stressin, no guessin, never question
Even when we playin, we testin, confession
Do you still wanna meet where the killers eat?
Held accountable for anythang you repeat
It's the peckin order, ask your daughter how we peck
When we smoke you, it's your best friend you suspect

[Chorus]

[Mack 10]
Now c'mon, come on potnah, c'mon (it's the peckin order)
Fuck that, I don't wanna hear none of that shit man
All that cryin and beggin and shit
To be honest wit you that shit really don't even
affect me in no kind of way potnah
You wastin your muthafuckin time (it's the peckin order)
Let's get this shit goin, let's get it over with
C'mon back here, back here
I can't make no motherfuckin mess right here
Check this out homie, make it easy on yourself
I know you want a motherfuckin open casket
where your peoples can see you and kiss on you
but you gon' piss me off
and I'ma blow noodles out your motherfuckin head
and ain't none of that happenin after that
So, c'mon back here, c'mon, right - c'mon, ay

But you know, one more thing before I do this [BLAM!!]

[Ice Cube]
It's the peckin order [echo]
It's the peckin order [echo]
It's the peckin order [echo]

"Limos, Demos & Bimbos"
(feat. Mr. Short Khop)

[Intro]
(Hey did you hear that?)
Yeah just get the fuckin door! [car door opens and closes]

[Ice Cube]
Limos, demos and bimbos! (Hey slow this motherfucker down man)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (ugh ugh ugh ugh)

Hit the sunroof, and let's contemplate the freaks we can run through
Got the chauffer pullin over
Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission
Close the partition, he like to listen
All fuckin, no kissin, just smokin and drinkin
Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln
Thinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hop
in its purest form before the eye of the storm
I could give a fuck about you hatin, on my way
to the Colliseum with seventeen-five waitin
They scream for the limousine, it's all clean
Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it
While you worry bout the five mics, I'm in the limelight
wit movies comin out, yo' time is runnin out
I just finished doin "Live At The Apollo"

Indication from my driver damn we're bein followed

[Mr. Short Khop]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Mr. Short Khop]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife, ugh ugh ugh ugh)

[Mr. Short Khop]
Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showin
and how I'm knowin to keep it cracked open
Cans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetins
and have your whole staff leavin half-breathin
Got shit to hold my own, big bucks
But Khop's soon to run it through em, nigga check nuts
Put to the test then put two to rest
Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest
Hold it now tell a few, legitimate
We loaded, for revenue, let's get this shit
and split this shit for three days, count it three ways
Nigga fuck what he say, havin heat pays
It's all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice
that keep ??? moist
Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to us

I stay connected til death do us

[Ice Cube]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Mr.Short Khop]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Ice Cube]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Mr.Short Khop]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need JESUS, JESUS)

[Ice Cube]
The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black Lac
These fuckers pull up in a Ac
They don't understand the impact
Two thousand dollar three-piece suit, can you spend that?
They call me the Don Mega (Don Mega) [motorcycle speeding past]
cos I'm down to play a double-header in stormy weather
Superstar, goddamn them niggas got me
Stop the car and blast the paparazzi [gun shots, motorcycle]

[Mr. Short Khop]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Mr. Short Khop]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need Jesus, ugh)

"Once Upon A Time In The Projects 2"

Once upon a time in the projects yo
I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yellin through the screen do' (HEY, let me in!)
(Big Daddy got a fifth of gin, and down to sin)
Baby up in two-ten, is on a nigga
Bendin over pickin up her mail, she can tell I'm dyin to get her
I'm sittin in yo' livin room, slash kitchen
A nigga ain't tryin to be the fuckin groom so stop bitchin
[knock knock knock] I like the way that ass is switchin, answer the do'
Some nigga in a eighty-kay, yo' baby daddy
lookin like he mad at me (what) wit'cho name on his neck
Here we go with mo' drama in the projects

Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker?

You better take his ass in the back, and start talkin
Nick that bud 'fore it bloom, and start stalkin
I can hear you guys yellin [glass breaks] a little strugglin
Youse a FOOL if you think that I'm jumpin in
That nigga jet, smokin on a ciggarette
You say domestic shit, get you soakin wet?
Well come widdit and get it, blow my socks
while I'm drinkin all the Kool-Aid, watchin Jamie Foxx
I'm hearin mo' knocks [knock knock knock]
(Oh, that's just my people
They came all the way to the projects to meet you) Who?
This fool wearin black, his girl, in the see through
Distraction, a little action, [fight ensues] I woke up
Tied up like (What happened? Punk you shoulda stuck to rappin
Niggaz tell me you got a house full of platinum..
Where the platinum at motherfucker?

I hear that shit worth more than gold!)

Wait a minute motherfucker, this my house!

Once upon a time in the projects [3X]
Once upon a time, once upon a time

I'm like baffled, they got me gaffled, with the duct tape
So I remain raw, in come this chainsaw [knock knock knock]
Another knock, it's the girl from two-ten
here to drop salt, that's when them bitches fought
I thought, "I bet-ta plan my escape"
In the midst of this commotion, Ice Cube is breakin tape
I'm free, bombin on the first thing I see
And guess who walk in, with a nine, and a grin
It's the baby daddy he ain't playin, [gunshots]
He started layin everybody down, about face with a frown
I'm runnin to the bedroom, I lock the do'
and grab the phone, the bitch phone ain't turned on
I think I'm gone, that's when I hear a soft knock
It's the girl from two-ten, with her number, and a glock
Said, "Call me up, if it's for sex, or chin check
Nigga get you a real ass bitch from the projects!"

And I just might do that

Once upon a time in the projects [3X]
Once upon a time, once upon a time