Lil’ Ghetto Boy (feat. Snoop Dogg & Daz Dillinger)

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 riot, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck

But that's the life of a G, I guess

Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest

Best run, 'cause brothers is droppin' quicker

Uh, too late, damn, down goes another ****

Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dawgs

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

Them say me grow up to be nothin'

Look at me now and tell me what you see

I am what I am, it's only me

Little ghetto boy

Playin' in the ghetto street

What ya gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility?

Now I'm holdin' a dub, sittin' on swole

Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll

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

That I'll be makin' soon as I touch the streets

Things done change 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 OG

The lil' homies from the hood with grip

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

****, I'm bigger than you, so what you wanna do?

Didn't know he had a .22

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 **** so young could bust a cap

I used to be the same way back

I guess that's what I get (For what?)

For tryna to jack them little homies for they grip

Me learn many things from what me see from the street

The outcome of what I've come to be

Little ghetto boy

Playin' in the ghetto street

What ya gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility?

Something for the real OG's to get with

Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play

Like every single day, really though

You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien

Gamin' them for my homie

No needing bein' calm if you pack right

And learnin' just enough to keep your sack right

Late nights, I wonder what they gettin' for?

Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?

Seven young G's put they serve down

In a G ride, east side's where they swerve now

Not thinkin' 'bout 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 yo' mama to trip

'Cause youse a hustlin'-ass youngster, clockin' your grip

Now me finally grown, as you can see, still an OG

For life and always remain to be

Little ghetto boy

Playin' in the ghetto street

What ya gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility?