Wake up, jumped out my bed 

Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 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 



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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 wit 'cause I'm down respect 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 them little homies for they bread 



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Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg 



Something for the real OG's to get wit 

Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play 

Like every single day, really doe 

You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie 

No need to be uncalm if you pack right 

And learning just enuff to keep your sack right 

Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo' 

Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo' 

Seven young G's but they serve down 

In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now 

Not thinking about what's really going on 

Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone 

I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me 

But now I'm back at the pound 

And we expose ways for the youth to survive 

Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right 

So make all them ends you can make 

'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out 

So ain't no need for your mama to trip 

'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip 



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