Life....

niggas 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 niggas at I clear the whole pack

talkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet

smokin' on a wet cigarette

(who these niggas think they are)

(wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar)

I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs

cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs

enslve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis

shootin' at your neighbors

(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up)

hot rocks fly from the back seat and

busta ass niggas run like a track meet

an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' dinner little (what)

killer king is the hospital

feelin' numb from the bullets I hum

and when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit

(Chorus)

[Mack 10]

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that

I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)

[Mr. Short Khop]

Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there

(Foe life) I'm still there

my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass

up early in the morning takin' out the trash

feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser

two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser

one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)

tryin' be ghetto stars they said:

Are you from the westside is it so?

i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)

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 meet 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

now this ain't the end my friend but you'll probably never walk again

I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide

at night I jerk and jerk

but my dick don't work it don't even hurt (damn)

now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube

I be pissin' through a tube Fool i'm a vet

(Chorus)

[Mack 10]

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that

I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)

[Mr. Short Khop]

Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there

young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

fuck a V-A they need G-A

gang hospital for a crippal now I'm drinkin' rippal

same corner same hood I'm still there

with bandanas tied to my wheel chair

to all the hood rat hoes I'm fine

they mad cuz my tongue get tired

now everybody wanna put they dope on me

sayin' I won't get searched by the LAPD

I'm sitting on a doorway duece five

dependin' on neck to keep my ass alive

I don't got folks but my arms about a one six

my fuckin' legs lookin' like tooth picks

some times I can't deal got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill

put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine

just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to lose

and last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom

feelin' like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew I hold

nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger

there's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet

Fool I'm a Vet

(Chorus)(2X)

[Mack 10]

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that

I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)

[Mr. Short Khop]

Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there

young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

Life.....

Yea....

Life...

Yea....

Life... Life....

Dedicated to all the ghetto vets

for every nigga that done took one for the hood