Wake up, jumped out my bed

Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 12 Dead

Murder was the case that they gave me

Dear God, I wonder can you save me

I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck

It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck

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

Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest

Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker

Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga

Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs

Getting a rep as a young hog

It ain't nuttin like the street life

Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight

So I guess I gots ta handle mine

Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time



Chorus:



Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility



Verse Two: Dr. Dre



Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll

27 years old, off on parole, stroll

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

That I'm making as soon as I touch the street

Things done changed but it's alright

Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right

But it ain't no thing to me

Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.

The little homies from the hood wit grip

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

Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do

Didn't know we had a 22

Straight sitting behind his back

I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps

I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands

I didn't understand

How a nigga so young could bust a cap

I use to be the same way back

I guess that's what I get (for what)

For trying to jack t