Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Performer
Mr. Short Khop
Mr. Short Khop
Background Vocals
Mack 10
Mack 10
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Composer
Stephen Anderson
Stephen Anderson
Composer
Lionel Hunt
Lionel Hunt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Mixing Engineer
Bud'da For Lock Down Productions
Bud'da For Lock Down Productions
Producer
Bud-da
Bud-da
Producer
Lamont Hyde
Lamont Hyde
Mixing Engineer
Fred Maher
Fred Maher
Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Life
**** used to come and get me
When it was time to disagree with an enemy
Pass the Hennessy, it gives me energy
Packed the gat in the small of my back
Where these **** at, I clear the whole pack
Talking shit 'cause I'm down for my set, I'm a vet
Smoking on a wet cigarette
[Verse 2]
Who these **** think they are?
Wishing on a ghetto star, I represent my tar
I start busting and they scatter like water bugs
Cause these west side **** is harder thugs
Enslave us but nothing can save us
From sporting Ben Davis, shooting at your neighbors
Cause sometimes I feel like a nut
Don't give a fuck when I open you up
[Verse 3]
Hot rocks fly from the back seat
And busta ass **** run like a track meet
And if you crawl in the middle bleed more dinner little, what
Killer king is the hospital
Feeling numb from the bullets I hum
And when they hit black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit
[Verse 4]
Fool, I'm a vet, you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet, check it
It's raining bullets and I'm still there
I'm still there
[Verse 5]
My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
Up early in the morning, taking out the trash
Feeling like a loser alcohol abuser
Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
One on the peddles the other on the handle bars
Tryna be ghetto stars, they said
Are you from the west side, is it so
I said hell yeah, and who want to know?
[Verse 6]
In slow mo, fo, fo slugs face down in the mud
Puddle full of blood left for dead
The pain starts to spread, now I can't feel my legs
I met doctor who at King Drew medical center
As I enter I see you
He said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
I said I can't move my legs, he said don't try to
[Verse 7]
Now this ain't the end, my friend, but you'll probably never walk again
I sit there motionless holding this
Pain inside, contemplating suicide
At night I jerk and jerk
But my dick don't work, it don't even hurt
Now who'd ever thought a **** rude as Ice Cube
I be pissing through a tube, fool, I'm a vet
[Verse 8]
Fool, I'm a vet, you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet, check it
It's raining bullets and I'm still there
Young ghetto **** in a wheelchair
[Verse 9]
Fuck a VA, they need a GA
Gang hospital for a cripple, now I'm drinking ripple
Same corner, same hood, I'm still there
With bandanas tied to my wheelchair
To all the hood rat hoes, I'm fine
They mad 'cause my tongue get tied
Now everybody wanna put they dope on me
Saying I won't get searched by the LAPD
[Verse 10]
I'm sitting on a doorway deuce five
Depending on neck to keep my ass alive
I don't got folks but my arms about a one six
My fucking legs looking like tooth picks
Sometimes I can't deal
Got to beg the be G's to roll me up the hill
[Verse 11]
Put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smoking cocaine
Just to maintain, nothing to gain, nothing to lose
And last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom
Feeling like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew I hold
**** it's the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang banger
[Verse 12]
There's a lot in my life I regret
Becoming a ghetto vet
Fool, I'm a vet
[Verse 13]
Fool, I'm a vet, you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet, check it
It's raining bullets and I'm still there
Young ghetto **** in a wheelchair
[Verse 14]
Fool, I'm a vet, you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet, check it
It's raining bullets and I'm still there
Young ghetto **** in a wheelchair
[Verse 15]
Life
Yeah
Life
Yeah
Life
Life
Dedicated to all the ghetto vets
For every **** that done took one for the hood
Written by: Lionel Hunt, O'Shea Jackson, Stephen Anderson
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