Lyrics:

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