Lil' Ghetto Boy

Wake up jumped out my bed

I'm 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

I'm only eighteen so I'm a young buck

It's a ride if I don't scrap I'm getting stuck

But that's the life of g I guess

Ese's way deep shanked two in the chest

Best run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker

Ugn too late damn down goes another nigga

Bouncin' off the walls throwing them dogs

Gettin' that rep as a young hog

It ain't nothin' like the street life

You better be strapped with your shank

'Cause ain't no fist fight

So I guess I gots to handle mine

Since I did the crime I got to do my time

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility

Now I'm holding the dub sitting on swoll

Twenty-seven years old up for parole stroll

I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money

That I be making soon as I touch them streets

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump

But now they blast right

But it ain't no thang to me

'Cause now I'm what they call a loced ass o g

The little homies from the hood with grip

Are the ones I get with 'cause I'm down to set trip

Nigga I'm bigger than you so whatcha wanna do

Didn't know he had a twenty-two

Straight sitting behind his back

I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps

I fell to the ground with blood on my hands

I didn't understand

How a nigga so young could bust a cap

I used to be the same way back

I guess that's what I get (for what )

For trying to jack the little homies for they grip

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility

Somethin' for the real o g 's to get with

Some facts made our made

Now you running but I'm played

Like every single day really doe

You know me I'm the smooth macadamian

Gamin'em for my homie

No need in be uncalm if you pack right

And learning just enough to keep your sack right

Late nights I wonder what they get in for

Early morning on the corners what they hitting for

Seven young g's put they serve down

In a g ride eastside's where they swerve now

Not thinkin' about what's 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 I'm back at the pound

And we expose ways for the youth to survive

Some think it's wrong

But we tend to think it's right

So make all them ends you can make

'Cause when you're broke you break check it out

So ain't no need for your mama to trip

'Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta

Clockin' your grip

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility