Lyrics:

Wake up, jumped out my bedHung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 12 DeadMurder was the case that they gave meDear God, I wonder can you save meI'm only 18, so I'm a young buckIt's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuckBut that's the life of a G, I guessEse's way deep, shanked two in they chestBests run 'cause brothers is dropping quickerUgn, too late, damn, down goes another niggaBouncing off the walls, throwing them dogsGetting a rep as a young hogIt ain't nuttin like the street lifeBetta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fightSo I guess I gots ta handle mineSince I did the crime, I gots ta do my timeChorus:Lil' ghetto boyPlaying in the ghetto streetsWhat'cha gonna do when you grow upAnd have to face responsibilityVerse Two: Dr. DreNow, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll27 years old, off on parole, strollI'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the moneyThat I'm making as soon as I touch the streetThings done changed but it's alrightRemember they used to thump but now they blast, rightBut it ain't no thing to meCause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.The little homies from the hood wit gripare the ones I get with cause I'm down to set-tripNigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna doDidn't know we had a 22Straight sitting behind his backI'm grab his pockets and then I heard six capsI fell to the ground wit blood on my handsI didn't understandHow a nigga so young could bust a capI use to be the same way backI guess that's what I get (for what)For trying to jack t