Yo, yeah, yo

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo

Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo

Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!



[G. Dep]

A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me

Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me

Rippin it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me

Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)



I guess you niggaz told me right and exact

Shak, shak, right in his back

I might just crack while I'm writin this rap

From even, a tire that snap, I'm light in the sack

I tell you how I feel and that's part of the deal

I'm like, Seagal with the steel but