The Ghetto
Wake up, jumped out my bed
Im in a two man cell with my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
Im only eighteen, so Im a young buck
Its a ride, if I dont scrap, Im gettin stuck
But thats the life of G, I guess
Eses way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin off the walls, throwin them dogs
Gettin that rep as a young hog
It aint nothin like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank
Cause aint no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time
We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil Ghetto Boy
Now Im holdin the dub, sittin on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
Im back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That I be makin soon as I touch them streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it aint no thang to me
Cause now Im what they call a loced ass O.G.
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with cause Im down to set trip
Nigga, Im bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didnt know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didnt understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess thats what I get (for what?)
For tryin to jack the little homies for they grip
Somethin for the real O.G.s to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you runnin but Im played
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, Im the smooth macadamian
Gaminem for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin on the corners, what they hittin for?
Seven young Gs put they serve down
In a G ride, Eastsides where they swerve now
Not thinkin about whats really goin on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin but convicts around me
But now Im back at the Pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think its wrong but we tend to think its right
So make all them ends you can make
Cause when youre broke, you break, check it out
So aint no need for your mama to trip
Cause yous a hustlin ass youngsta, clockin your grip
Lil Ghetto Boy
Thats the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto
Thats the life of a G
Thats the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto
Thats the life of a G. The ghetto
Thats the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto
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