Wake up  jumped out my bed

I'm in a two man cell
With 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 eighteen  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 g  I guess
Ese's way deep  shanked two in the chest
Best run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugn  too late  damn  down goes another nigga

Bouncin' off the walls  throwing them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a young hog

It ain't nothin' like the street life

You better be strapped with your shank
'Cause ain't no fist fight

So I guess I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime  I got to do my time

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility

Now I'm holding the dub  sitting on swoll

Twenty-seven years old  up for parole  stroll

I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That I be making soon as I touch them streets

Things done changed on this side

Remember they used to thump
But now they blast  right

But it ain't no thang to me

'Cause now I'm what they call a loced ass o g

The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with 'cause I'm down to set trip

Nigga  I'm bigger than you  so whatcha wanna do
Didn't know he had a twenty-two

Straight sitting behind his back

I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps

I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn't understand

How a nigga so young could bust a cap

I used to be the same way back

I guess that's what I get (for what )
For trying to jack the little homies for they grip

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility

Somethin' for the real o g 's to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you running but I'm played
Like every single day  really doe
You know me  I'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my homie

No need in be uncalm  if you pack right
And learning just enough to keep your sack right

Late nights  I wonder what they get in for

Early morning on the corners  what they hitting for

Seven young g's put they serve down

In a g ride  eastside's where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
Got crept on  stepped on  now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin' 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 hustlin' ass youngsta
Clockin' your grip

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility