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