Lil' ghetto boy

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil´ ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What´cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility

[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

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil´ ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What´cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility

[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

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil´ ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What´cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility