Wake up, jumped out my bed
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Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
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Murder was the case that they gave me
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Dear God, I wonder can you save me
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I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck
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It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
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But that's the life of a G, I guess
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Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest
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Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
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Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
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Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
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Getting a rep as a young hog
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It ain't nuttin like the street life
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Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight
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So I guess I gots ta handle mine
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Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time
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Lil' ghetto boy
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Playing in the ghetto streets
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What'cha gonna do when you grow up
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And have to face responsibility
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Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
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27 years old, off on parole, stroll
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I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
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That I'm making as soon as I touch the street
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Things done changed but it's alright
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Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
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But it ain't no thing to me
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'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
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The little homies from the hood wit grip
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Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip
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Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do
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Didn't know we had a 22
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Straight sitting behind his back
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I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps
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I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
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I didn't understand
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How a nigga so young could bust a cap
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I use to be the same way back
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I guess that's what I get (for what)
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For trying to jack them little homies for they bread
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Lil' ghetto boy
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Playing in the ghetto streets
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What'cha gonna do when you grow up
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And have to face responsibility
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Something for the real OG's to get wit
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Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play
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Like every single day, really doe
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You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
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No need to be uncalm if you pack right
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And learning just enuff to keep your sack right
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Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
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Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'
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Seven young G's but they serve down
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In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
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Not thinking about what's really going on
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Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
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I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
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But now I'm back at the pound
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And we expose ways for the youth to survive
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Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
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So make all them ends you can make
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'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
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So ain't no need for your mama to trip
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'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip
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Lil' ghetto boy
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Playing in the ghetto streets
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What'cha gonna do when you grow up
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And have to face responsibility
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Lil` Ghetto Boy
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Dr. Dre |