hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie lil 1/2 dead
murder was the case that they gave me
but that's the life of a g
shanked two in they chest
bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
getting a rep as a young hog
it ain't nuttin like the street life
betta be strapped wit yo clip
so i guess i gots ta handle mine
playing in the ghetto streets
what'cha gonna do when you grow up
and have to face responsibility
i'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
that i'm making as soon as i touch the street
things done changed but it's alright
remember they used to thump but now they blast
but it ain't no thing to me
'cause now i'm what they call a loced-assed o.g. the little homies from the hood wit grip
are the ones i get wit 'cause i'm down respect trip
straight sitting behind his back
i'm grab his pockets and then i heard six caps
i fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
how a nigga so young could bust a cap
i use to be the same way back
i guess that's what i get
for trying to jack them little homies for they bread
playing in the ghetto streets
what'cha gonna do when you grow up
and have to face responsibility
something for the real og's to get wit
now you wanna run and play
i'm the smooth macadamien
no need to be uncalm if you pack right
and learning just enuff to keep your sack right
i wonder what they getting fo'
early morning on the corners
seven young g's but they serve down
east side what they swerve now
not thinking about what's really going on
i spent 4 years in the county wit nutting 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
so ain't no need for your mama to trip
'cause you's a hustling ass youngsta
playing in the ghetto streets
what'cha gonna do when you grow up
and have to face responsibility