[00:21.44]Wake up jumped out my bed
[00:22.79]
[00:23.34]I'm in a two man cell
[00:24.77]With my homie lil' 1/2 dead
[00:26.26]
[00:26.94]Murder was the case that they gave me
[00:28.73]
[00:29.23]Dear god I wonder can you save me
[00:31.28]
[00:32.09]I'm only eighteen so I'm a young buck
[00:33.96]
[00:34.51]It's a ride if I don't scrap I'm getting stuck
[00:36.90]But that's the life of g I guess
[00:38.83]Ese's way deep shanked two in the chest
[00:41.80]Best run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
[00:44.13]Ugn too late damn down goes another bitch
[00:46.89]
[00:47.91]Bouncin' off the walls throwing them dogs
[00:50.17]Gettin' that rep as a young hog
[00:51.92]
[00:52.61]It ain't nothin' like the street life
[00:54.02]
[00:54.52]You better be strapped with your shank
[00:56.03]'Cause ain't no fist fight
[00:57.32]
[00:57.86]So I guess I gots to handle mine
[00:59.87]Since I did the crime I got to do my time
[01:02.44]
[01:07.81]Lil' ghetto boy
[01:09.32]
[01:12.71]Playing in the ghetto streets
[01:14.60]
[01:18.60]What'cha gonna do when you grow up
[01:20.19]
[01:21.97]And have to face responsibility
[01:24.23]
[01:27.87]Now I'm holding the dub sitting on swoll
[01:29.84]
[01:30.65]Twenty-seven years old up for parole stroll
[01:33.47]
[01:34.31]I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
[01:36.86]That I be making soon as I touch them streets
[01:38.78]
[01:39.76]Things done changed on this side
[01:40.92]
[01:41.61]Remember they used to thump
[01:42.95]But now they blast right
[01:43.97]
[01:44.67]But it ain't no thang to me
[01:46.14]
[01:46.71]'Cause now I'm what they call a loced ass o g
[01:48.96]
[01:49.68]The little homies from the hood with grip
[01:51.86]Are the ones I get with 'cause I'm down to set trip
[01:54.45]
[01:54.97]Bitch I'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do
[01:57.86]Didn't know he had a twenty-two
[01:59.28]
[02:00.16]Straight sitting behind his back
[02:01.51]
[02:02.32]I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps
[02:04.73]
[02:05.65]I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
[02:09.01]I didn't understand
[02:09.68]
[02:10.58]How a bitch so young could bust a cap
[02:12.58]
[02:13.33]I used to be the same way back
[02:15.23]
[02:15.98]I guess that's what I get (for what )
[02:17.96]For trying to jack the little homies for they grip
[02:20.23]
[02:25.73]Lil' ghetto boy
[02:27.15]
[02:30.66]Playing in the ghetto streets
[02:32.91]
[02:36.36]What'cha gonna do when you grow up
[02:38.00]
[02:39.92]And have to face responsibility
[02:42.38]
[02:46.65]Somethin' for the real o g 's to get with
[02:49.09]Some facts made our made
[02:50.28]Now you running but I'm played
[02:51.55]Like every single day really doe
[02:53.60]You know me I'm the smooth macadamian
[02:55.60]Gamin'em for my homie
[02:56.49]
[02:57.71]No need in be uncalm if you pack right
[03:00.26]And learning just enough to keep your sack right
[03:02.02]
[03:02.66]Late nights I wonder what they get in for
[03:04.66]
[03:05.31]Early morning on the corners what they hitting for
[03:07.25]
[03:07.99]Seven young g's put they serve down
[03:09.87]
[03:10.52]In a g ride eastside's where they swerve now
[03:13.19]Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
[03:14.85]Got crept on stepped on now they gone
[03:17.23]I spent four years in the county
[03:19.25]With nothin' but convicts around me
[03:20.71]
[03:21.33]But now I'm back at the pound
[03:22.75]And we expose ways for the youth to survive
[03:25.55]Some think it's wrong
[03:26.64]But we tend to think it's right
[03:27.89]
[03:28.75]So make all them ends you can make
[03:30.80]'Cause when you're broke you break check it out
[03:33.53]So ain't no need for your mama to trip
[03:35.44]'Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta
[03:37.37]Clockin' your grip
[03:38.20]
[03:43.87]Lil' ghetto boy
[03:45.12]
[03:48.55]Playing in the ghetto streets
[03:50.82]
[03:54.36]What'cha gonna do when you grow up
[03:56.06]
[03:57.91]And have to face responsibility

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 bitch
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
Bitch 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 bitch 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