Lyrics:

Ay-yay
Hey Chop (Hey)
These haters tried to blow me up, man
Who is this?
The Don Mega, nigga, who you think
Ey, homie... (What happened?)
My whole life flashed before my eyes, man

Life...
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'll clear the whole pack
Talking shit cause I'm down for my set
I'm a vet, smoking on a wet cigarette
Who these niggas think they are?
Wishing on a ghetto star, I represent my tar
Now, I start busting and they scatter like water bugs
Cause these Westside niggas is harder thugs
Enslave us but nothing can save us from sporting Ben Davis
Shootin' at your neighbors
Cause sometimes I feel like a nut
Don’t give a fuck when I open you up
Hot rocks, fly from the back seat
And busta-ass niggas, run like a track meet
And if you caught in the middle bleed more than a little (what)
Killer King is the hospital
Feeling numb from the bullets I hum
And when they hit black mothers have fits
I don’t give a shit

Fool I'm a vet you can bet
That I could dance underwater and not get wet (Check it)
It's raining bullets and I'm still there (Life...)
I'm still there

My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
Up early in the morning, taking out the trash
Feeling like a loser, alcohol abuser
Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
One on the pedals, the other on the handle bars (What?)
Tryna be ghetto stars
They said, 'Are you from the Westside is it so?'
I said, 'Hell yeah and who want to know?' ('Me!')
In slow mo’, .44 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.C.U
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 (What?)... but you'll probably never walk again'
I sit there motionless holding 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
A'be pissing through a tube? Fool I'm a vet

Fool, I'm a vet you can bet
I can dance underwater and not get wet (Check it)
It’s raining bullets and I'm still there
Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

Fuck a V-A they need G-A
Gang Hospital for a cripple, now I'm drinking Ripple
Same corner, same hood, I'm still there
With bandanas tied to my wheel chair
To all the hood rat hoes I'm fired
They mad cause my tongue get tired
Now, everybody want to put they dope on me
Sayin I won't get searched by the LAPD
I'm sittin' in a doorway, deuce-five
Depending on that to keep my ass alive
I don’t got bows but my arm's about a one-six
With fucking legs looking like tooth picks
Some times I can’t deal...
Got to beg the BG's to roll me up the hill (C'mon!)
Put me on the porch, now I'm on the torch
Smoking cocaine, just to maintain
Nothing to gain nothing to lose
And last night... I couldn’t make it to the bathroom
Feeling like a 2 year-old
You can’t get a sip from the brew I hold (Nigga)
It’s the only friend to a stranger
AKA: handicapped gangbanger
There's a lot in my life I regret
Becoming a ghetto vet
Fool I'm a Vet

Fool I'm a vet you can bet
That I could dance underwater and not get wet (Check it)
It's raining bullets and I'm still there
Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

Life...
Life...
Life...
Life...
Dedicated to all the ghetto vets
For every nigga that done took one for the hood

My whole life flashed before my eyes, man
It's going down, it's going down!
Na-na-naw fuck that nigga, you still living
Let's get this paper (Aight)
Let's get this paper, man
Aight, we gon' do that