lil' ghetto boy (remix)

the ghetto

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 gettin' stuck

but that's the life of g

i guess

ese's 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 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 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 i'm holdin' the dub

sittin' 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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

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