Real Gangsta

Yeah, yeah Yeah, this one called, uh, "Real Gangsta," huh She don't know why But all she knows is that her youngest child Is a real gangsta now, you see He was a good kid all through elementary A's and B's, and had no enemies But he saw all the G's as he walked home He couldn't read all the words on the walls though So many letters was crossed out with X's He wondered, he knew not to ask those questions No pops, and his mom worked tooth and nail She managed to buy him some shoes on sale She didn't know she bought the wrong color And they stayed in the closet all summer Even though the kid wasn't affiliated He knew what they loved, and knew what they hated Now he's in Middle School, same individual But this is where things seem to get a bit difficult This is the life of a young Mexican Verse one done, take me to the second one She don't know why But all she knows is that her youngest child Is a real gangsta now, you see She don't know why But all she knows is that her youngest child Is a real gangsta now, you see Sixth grade, "Why so much homework?" Got a pot pie sitting in the stove burnt Momma still ain't back from her job yet So he eats it 'cause that's all he got left Then he plays with his little puppy, Cinnamon His last dog was a victim of a hit-and-run There's a knock on his door, it's his homeboy "Your mom's gone?" He pulls out a chrome toy "Where'd you get that from?" The kid asked We broke into a house, we got a bunch of - stashed It was the first time he ever held a real gun To get one of these, you gotta steal one We too young, they won't let us buy, you get? Now if they shoot at us, we can fire back Who is they, and why would they blast at me? 'Cause you from the hood, fool, this is family She don't know why But all she knows is that her youngest child Is a real gangsta now, you see She don't know why But all she knows is that her youngest child Is a real gangsta now, you see A year passes, now the kids Dickies sag In his pocket, got a knife and a nickel bag And the homeboy that showed him his first gun Got killed last week in a burban Putting work in, 45 jerkin' Lucky shot hit, popped like a virgin Closed casket touched as you strolled past it Got his name tattooed on two h- -ses So he'll still be remembered often while His little - gettin' hit, doggy style It ain't stoppin' now while his mom's on the ground On her knees yelling, "Please, Lord, not my child I wanna watch him smile, he can turn his Pac up loud He can sleep with his pit bull on the couch" And while the kid is listening to her words All he can think about is - murders She don't know why But all she knows is that her youngest child Is a real gangsta now, you see She don't know why But all she knows is that her youngest child Is a real gangster now, you see Yo, man, this is Juan Gotti And I wanna tell my people to keep your dreams alive, man Don't let the wrong lifestyle destroy your dreams Believe in yourself and don't follow the blind You deserve the best in life, homito, and you can have it It's our time now